CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

"No chauffeur?" I raise my eyebrows when I spot Alessandro's Mustang parked in front of the beach house.

We're finally going home, not that the beach house wasn't beautiful or anything. The reason why we were here was just not great. Maybe we can come back under different circumstances next time.

"I felt like driving." He opens the passenger side door for me and waits until I'm seated.

I watch him as he walks in front of the car to get to the driver seat, dressed in one of his signature suits. He hasn't smiled, not even once.

Apart from fucking and feeding me the whole day yesterday and well into the night, he hasn't shown any emotion other than neediness and anger.

I don't know what to do or how to breach the subject about the death of his father.

Dario sent me a message to let me know his mother is doing well after they woke her up from the coma. Also, arrangements are being made for her to be transported back.

I look back to see the SUV that has Thomas and his family along w