Giovanni POV

I was working on the lyrics of the song I’d been discussing with Sydney when my phone beeped. My mother’s maid’s name popped up on the screen. That was strange—it had been a long time since she last contacted me.

Opening the message, I saw the pictures she’d sent. My brows furrowed. It was a photo of my mother… and Gray’s stepmother. My stomach twisted. What was my mother doing with her?

Before I could process it, another message came in. This time, it was a ...