26.

Alessandro's POV

I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs as I puffed out smoke from the cigar in between my fingers.

Amelia was there, tied around a metal chair in front of me. The more her tears reached my ears, the more I got angrier.

Does she think she could buy my sympathy with that?

"I'm going to ask you for the last time, Amelia. Why do you want to escape here when I've clearly warned you to never try it!" I fired at her, my fist tightening as I angrily shoved the cigarette out of my ...