C26 026

26.

Alessandro's POV

I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs as I puffed out smoke from the cigar in between my fingers.

Amelia was there, tied around a metal chair in front of me. The more her tears reached my ears, the more I got angrier.

Does she think she could buy my sympathy with that?

"I'm going to ask you for the last time, Amelia