Adriano

Chapter 29:

ADRIANO'S POV:
'Are you sure you don't know where she is?' Vittoria snaps.

'I think I would know if my ex girlfriend and the granddaughter of the man I want dead were in front of my face.' I reply dryly.

My head hurts since Dilara didn't want to get back into the house for a while last night and now we're both sick.

'What about you?' She turns to Fouzia.

I look at her and she avoids my eyes.

'I haven't seen her, and I don't want to see her.' She replies.

'Well, you know what to do if you do.' Vittoria snaps.

'I don't think Dilara would be stupid enough to come back to us.' Alessandro shrugs.

Both him and I have been watching Vittoria heavily, seeing what similarities I share with her.

We have nothing in common except for my eyes.

'I think one of you would be stupid enough to let her in.' She retorts.

'I hope you're not talking about Adriano?' Fouzia asks.

'No, I'm talking about your wife.' She turns to Alessandro.

'Mimi's been preoccupied with our daughter.' He replies. 'I would know if Dilara were anywhere near her.'

'Your step-daughter.' Vittoria says

Alessandro's jaw ticks and he narrows his eyes.

'Why are you even looking for her?' Matteo asks.

I stare at him, making sure he doesn't say anything that will get us caught out.

'None of your business.' Vittoria snaps.

'I'm not sixteen anymore, I have the right to know.' He crosses his arms.

'You have training,' Vittoria narrows her eyes. 'Jasmine escort him out.'

Jasmine puts her hand on Matteo's arm and he slightly relaxes. She leads him out of the room.

'Amira and Alora have both been watching the security cameras and nothing has appeared.' Alessandro says.

'Where's Zoya?' She asks.

'She felt so sick,' I lie. 'I let her lay in bed all day.'

Vittoria doesn't seem convinced but doesn't push it any further. Her phone rings and when she checks the caller ID her face pales and she leaves the room.

I immediately call Alora, she picks up after two rings.

'I need you to trace that call,' I say.

'I'm already on it, it's an untraceable number but I can record the entire conversation.' She replies.

'Good,' I say. 'We need it for later.'

I end the call and turn to Fouzia.

'Thanks for no saying anything.' I say.

'Yeah, whatever,' she replies, zipping up her jacket. 'I still don't think that this is a good idea.'

'Jealousy?' Alessandro asks.