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"I've spread the news about our divorce." Marco stands in front of us, his hands locked behind his back.
We're at the house. Me, Amaya, and Alessio.
"Our marriage wasn't legally real, but now that you're back," he looks at Alessio. "People will need to know about our divorce."
I nod my head and attempt to mutter a thank you when he talks again.
"I moved your stuff to Alessio's room. I'm happy your back, Alessio." He stands there silently for a moment and before we can say anything he walks away.
We all stay silent as we slowly make our way inside Alessio's room.
I put Amaya down on the bed and hand her a few car toys to keep her entertained.
"Have you... Um seen him?" I ask awkwardly.
His brows furrow as he slumps down on the bed. He picks up a toy car and starts playing with Amaya, his eyes still stuck on me.
"Him?" He splays his legs out and leans up on one arm.
"Nikolai?" I say with confusion. Was it that vague?
He sits up quickly, the confusion on his face intensifying. "What are you talking about?"
What? He doesn't know about Nikolai?
Oh my god. I guess Marco and Callan just didn't tell him.
"Um..." I contemplate denying it but his piercing green eyes don't allow me to. "Callan got him. He's in the mafias training camp. He's been there for almost 2 years now."
I can't even begin to describe the emotion that takes on his face.
The car toy drops from his hand as he abruptly stands up. His lips open but he stays silent. "You got him?" He finally speaks.
His eyes beg to speak so many words. Words he bottles up inside until he can speak them through his fisted hands.
I nod my head and he's instantly exiting the room.
I look to Amaya manically before deciding to pick her up and run after Alessio.
"Gio!" I yell. "Gio, please wait."
He stops and stares back at me as I descend down the stairs.
"Isabella," he says frustratedly. "Isabella, please. Please, I can't just sit here and do nothing."
I stop in front of him and glance at his tired expression. At the constant frown that paints his face. The stubbles that paint his cheek. The pain that overflows from his eyes.
