CHAPTER 55 - A MAFIA FAMILY

BIANCA’S POV

Memory loss? What had he done to lead to memory loss?

“How did you lose your memory?” I asked, my expression guarded. I wasn’t sure what was going on again, but it was beginning to look like Alessandro wasn’t the man I thought he was.

“According to Leo, a building fell on me,” he said casually as if that were something that happened to regular people all the time. Worry permeated me, and I turned to look at him closely, searching for any visible injuries.

They were there—small scrapes and cuts on his head and the rest of his body that I hadn’t seen before. They were minute in size but plentiful in number, as though one had moved their phone screen against a rough piece of rock.

“When?! How? What happened?” I asked, stopping beside a giant, gorgeous tree with purple and red flowers. We had walked a small distance from the entrance, but I could still see it. This garden truly was ethereal. Almost as ethereal as Alessandro himself. He looked so casual, and we were walking th