Chapter 14 Luciano

• What the hell am I doing?
• I watch her from the second-floor hallway, the silk of her dress clinging to her thighs like a secret only I’m allowed to keep. My hand tightens around the banister as she disappears down the marble staircase, her laugh echoing off the walls like a dare.
• Domenico’s hosting some kind of political scumbag tonight, and Alessia is playing the perfect daughter—quiet, polite, angelic. She even wore white. But I know better. That dress hides bruises I put on her. That soft smile masks the way she screamed into my mouth last night.