55.

Alessandro's POV

I sipped gently from the glass of whiskey in my hand, still watching Amelia who was still in the dungeon, groaning in pains.

For some reasons, I still wanted to keep her there to prove a thing; that I was merciless and unforgiving as she had mentioned.

I didn't want her to think I was weak with my emotions. Never.

But I changed a bit of my plans and ordered her to be served only once a day.

Gianni walked in after knocking and stood behind me, watching me.

"What do you ...