Distract Himself

[Massimo’s POV]

“Welcome back.”

Giovani’s voice echoes down the hall as I make my way toward his office. When I enter, he is sitting at his desk with an expectant look on his face and a smile on his lips.

“Well?” He urges when I take a seat. “How is my dear niece?”

“Fully awakened,” I respond, throwing my feet onto his desk and earning myself a huff of disgust. “I don’t see why you needed me to go and check on her for you.”

As I speak, Tatiana’s look of shock flashes in my mind, and unlike in the past, when I would feel overwhelming love for her when I thought of her, all I could feel was nothing.

That was how it had been since the day we parted ways, and at times I found myself wondering exactly why I even cared. Was I just suddenly able to realize how fucking foolish I was, or was there something else? I didn’t know, and frankly, I didn’t give two shits.

Sighing, I fix my gaze on Giovani, taking him in.

“Why are you suddenly so interested in her?” I ask, voicing the single question