Chapter 120

Alessio

Dante inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, his usually sweet expression hardening. "Are you fucking with me?" he asked, waiting for the part where I would tell him it’s a joke—but it never came.

"Gian’s little trip was to collect evidence. Mena has a whole folder and everything, so even if I want to deny it…"

"You can’t," Dante finished for me.

It was silent for a moment as I thought about how far Gian and Mena had gone to gather evidence. I figured they must have done it because Gian knew how highly I thought of Levi—or Isaac. I had really put him on a high pedestal, and had always been good to him. I respected him so much, both Gian and Mena thought I would’ve believed his word over theirs—but I would’ve never done that.

They could’ve told me without any evidence, and I would’ve believed them—because they meant more to me than they could ever think.

Although I wasn’t the best in expressing my feelings to them, my brothers meant the world to me.

"Does Dad know?" Dante asked,