~ALEXANDRO’S POV~

I poured myself a glass of scotch, letting the burn of it settle deep in my chest, but it didn’t do a damn thing to silence the words echoing in my head.

‘I want to go home.’

Of course, she does.

Of course, she wants out of this mess—out of my world, out of my reach. And I should let her. Hell, I should be the one pushing her away.

But the thought of her leaving? Of her walking away from me for good? Yeah. That shit sits heavier than any drink ever could.

A voice cuts through my thoughts. “I guess we’re drinking tonight.”

Mario.

I don’t...