Chapter 10

Chiara

The last thing I expected to see roaming around the halls of the mansion is Alessio, and the last state I expected him to be in is bloody and wounded.

Everything just slips out of my head. The fact that he’s a mafia boss, a possible murderer, and the very person who spared me but kept me captive anyway. All I’m seeing right now is a man who needs help.

So without hesitation, I rush over to him and touch his chest, feeling the blood squelching in his shirt.

“Come on, tell me where I can take you,” I mutter in a shaky voice. “Or maybe we have to call the--”

The rest of my words get cut when Alessio grabs my wrists and stops me from touching him. His eyes are flashing from behind the mask, wide with what looks like shock.

“Are you hurt?” he asks me. “Are you alright?”

“What?” My heart drops to my stomach in confusion. “I’m . . . okay. But you’re not. Should I tell the others to call an ambulance?”

“No,” he hisses, dropping my hands and staring at me intently. “Why are you not hurt