~ALEXANDRO'S POV~

I should have never let her leave. But three days of silence. Three nights of her body in my bed but her eyes somewhere else.

She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She simply shut down, and somehow, that was worse than if she’d put a bullet through my heart.

So I let her go.

Home. Work. Routine. Normal.

As if any of this shit was normal. But I’d be damned if I let her walk away unguarded.

Still—sending guards wasn’t enough. My gut twisted like something was off. So when Mario called about a body down by the docks, I knew.

My father was sending a message.

The...