69

“You drugged him?”

“Just a small dose of a sleeping aid.”

“That’s good,” I agreed in a raspy voice. I couldn’t fake wrong doing when it was something Ella and I thought of ourselves. Hell, we even talked about killing him.

Alessandro sat manspreading on the couch, his eyes boring into me while his arm rested behind the head of the couch. He looked comfortable, not a single worry on his face. I, on the other hand, kept worrying about everything.

I chewed on my lip. “Did Ella get home safe?”

“Yes.” He almost looked bored sitting there. Didn’t he realize shit was happening? I wondered what was going through Alessandro’s head because I couldn’t read that man to save my life.

Maybe it was exactly that which made him a good mobster.

I resumed my pacing again.

The office door opened, and Luca strode in. I rushed to his side.

“Oh, were you worried about me?” he teased me.

“No. I was worried about you finding the right documents.”