16

LORENA

As I came downstairs from the east wing of the house to get something to eat. Still not telling Alessandro that I'm pregnant, I heard him make a call.

“Hello?”

“Calvino.” A shiver ran down my spine as I crept closer to the threshold, trying to make sense of what this meant and the familiar voice.

“I heard you're running from the Yakuza. Good luck,” Alessandro spoke. My Father on the other side of the phone call, Ales had him on speaker, because I could hear him clearly.

“Somehow I have a feeling you didn’t call me to congratulate me on leaving my creditors high and dry, Moravia.”

I knew it. It was dad. But how did Alessandro get his number?

And I have been in the Calvino mansion not knowing if my family needed help.

Glancing around, I ensured none of my Ales’s men lingered around before pressing my ear against the cool wooden door. I didn’t want to miss a single world.