Hundred and ninety-one

EPILOGUE

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Sandro stretched his legs, shielding his eyes from the sun with sunglasses. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Arabella had suggested a vacation by the beach, and they had been here for four months now. He still wanted to fulfill all her wishes, agreeing to everything she desired.

Lately, it had been peaceful. Since the altercation with Paolo, there was no imminent threat to Arabella, though he couldn't say the same for himself, which he didn't mind. He didn't believe his enemies would ever cease, as wherever he went, he seemed to attract more.

He didn't want to involve Arabella in his dangerous lifestyle, but he also doubted his ability to shield her completely.

Alessia had disappeared. When Paolo had died, Sandro had taken the time to scour the building for her before leaving for the Villa, but he hadn't seen any trace of her.

"Why are you staring at her?"

Sandro snapped his head at the sound of Arabella's voice. She stood above him, arms folded. H