The doors opened to the family mansion and Alessandro stepped in like a ghost, his black coat swaying slightly.
Bianca was the first to see him.
She was still sitting on the large white sofa exactly where he had left her hours ago — knees pulled to her chest, eyes red and swollen but she looked like she had freshened up and taken care of herself. The moment she saw Alessandro, she jumped up.
"Did you find her?!" she asked almost desperately. "Is she okay? Tell me you got her back—"
Alessandro didn't answer.
He walked straight past her without even looking in her direction, heading toward the bar. His movements were mechanical, almost lifeless. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go.
Marco and two of his men entered quietly behind him, keeping their distance.
Bianca's voice cracked as she followed him. "Alessandro, please… talk to me. What happened at that warehouse you went to check?"
Still she got no answer.
