Alex’s POV:
Alex wasn’t the one who started this. It’s important to him, that fact. He reminds himself, as he stands outside of the hotel, building up his courage, that this wasn’t something he’d been planning. It wasn’t something he would’ve taken the initiative to do, had the opportunity not presented itself so perfectly.
When Castellanos had first approached him, Alex had told him to f**k off with little difficulty. He didn’t want any part of whatever the other man had planned. Alessio was, after all, just as bad of a person as Matteo was— maybe even worse.
But then that phone call happened.
Emma happened.
And she had sounded so distant, like it was more than mere miles separating them, and Alex could hear her slipping further and further away. Soon, she would be too far for hi
