Chapter 35

Alessia
Was Marco seriously watching me now? I felt his eyes on me all the time now. Every move I made, every step I took, he was waiting, searching for something, some confirmation of whatever doubt had taken root in his mind. It was getting serious now. I can’t let him know my plans until it was done, if only he knows the hatred I carried so easily for Dante Moretti. He wouldn’t be asking me if I was working with him. Because that hatred was still there.
Dante was funny, ruthless and dangerous. But Marco? Marco was something else entirely. He didn’t care about right or wrong. He cared about power. About revenge. And he was using me to get it. That realization had been creeping up on me for days, slithering its way into my thoughts no matter how much I tried to shake it off.