Page 275 of Alessio

Ten rooms.

Three bathrooms.

A few thousand square feet.

There were lots to do, too. Like the gaming systems in the sitting room, or the library. There was also a small gym with the same floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the heart of Toronto. A hot tub on a balcony that was enclosed with more glass walls.

Despite the fact a maid came three times during the week to clean, and bring in groceries, she also had a whole stack of takeout menus for restaurants she could order from. Corrado had also taken her into the city to shop, and grab whatever she needed by way of clothing or personal items.

Mostly, she tried to stay busy because then, she didn’t focus on those unknowns back in New York nearly as much.

And still …

Here she was, eyeing that damn phone.

Ginevra sighed, and forced her damn gaze away from the phone so that she could focus on something else. It didn’t matter how much she wanted to call, the rules were clear—she couldn’t. Not until she knew it was safe.

Because that was the thing, right?

It was more than just her.

It was her sisters, too.

She had to be smart—and strong—for them. She was sure they were terrified and wondering what in the hell happened to her. She highly doubted their half-brothers were treating the young girls well, but at the same time … they couldn’t hurt them, either. Greta and Giulia were literally Kev and Darren’s last thing to use to reach for the top, right?

That’s what Siena said.

Trust them, her mind whispered.

Except, who exactly was she trusting?

A man who led her to believe he was going to marry her right up until the point she was almost ready to walk down the aisle? A half-sister she barely knew, but always seemed kind enough for her to let down her defenses?

Corrado?

A man who barely spoke to her.

Who was Ginevra supposed to fucking trust?

Maybe that was the thing that bothered her the very most. Beyond the fact she was in a whole new country, or couldn’t speak to her sisters. Separate from the fact she felt stir-crazy here, and didn’t know anything that was going on back in New York.

It was that she didn’t know their motives.

Andino.

Siena.

Corrado.

None of them.

She didn’t know their motives, alone or with her, and that bothered her. The very last thing she ever intended to be was someone else’s pawn, but right now … that’s exactly what she felt like at the end of the day.

A pawn.

Being moved.

No control.