CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Alessandro is not answering my texts or picking up his phone. My nerves are going through the roof with every second that passes that I don't hear from him.

After what happened with Dario and the intruder in the apartment, I'm worried sick if he's okay or not.

Enzo isn't saying a word. He just informed us he'll be staying the night and is now softly snoring on the couch.

Sammy threw a blanket over his too-big-for-the-couch body. "Isn't the role of a bodyguard to guard us and not sleep?"

Phoebe pours herself another glass of wine. "I still can't get a hold of anyone at the freaking club, I checked news sites, but there's nothing!"

I check the time on my phone. It's now almost two am, and still no word from Alessandro. My knee jumps in anxiety.

"Evan doesn't know anything either." Sammy holds her glass out to Phoebe.

"I'm surprised you're even home." I raise my eyebrows at her.

She blushes and pushes her glasses up her nose in a way that makes me know she's nervous.

"I just thou