SERAFINA’S POV
When the doctor finally left the hotel suite, the silence that followed was deafening. Alonzo was still pacing by the window, looking like he wanted to smash the glass and fly straight back to Italy himself.
Alessia was stable. Shaken, bruised, but stable. That should’ve brought me relief. Instead, it left behind a burning rage I didn’t know how to put out.
I stood, letting the ice in my scotch clink like gunshots in the quiet. “We need to find out who sent that message.”
Alonzo turned. “I’ve already got Luca tracing the number. He’s working with a contact from our Nice cell. If the bastard so much as ordered a croissant online in the last year, we’ll find him.”
I cracked a knuckle and nodded. “Good. Because whoever put hands on Alessia is going to wish they stayed in t
