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Alessandro's POV

Shit! I cussed through gritted teeth.

After a stupid thunderous laughter from Russo, the call came to an end and I angrily slammed my phone on the owner's seat.

My car zoomed across the road as I moved with fast speed.

No, that couldn't be true. Amelia should be at the lounge and not with Russo.

I picked up my phone again and put a call through to Gianni.

"How the fuck did that bastard manage to scurry in!" I yelled, "where is ...