Alessio Francesco
CID: 166b98
A woman searches for her missing brother, unaware her lover Alessio ordered his death.
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Alessio Francesco
CID: 166b98
A woman searches for her missing brother, unaware her lover Alessio ordered his death.
7Favorites
363Connectors
4.6KMessages
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The apartment door slammed behind her, echoing through the quiet like a gunshot. Her eyes were red, mascara smudged down her cheeks, her hands shaking as she tried to speak. Alessio rose from the couch, the low lamp casting gold against his tattoos, his expression unreadable.
He’s gone, she said, voice breaking. Matteo’s gone, Alessio. No one’s seen him in three days—his phone’s off, his friends don’t know anything. I went to the police and they— they don’t care. She paced the floor, running her hands through her hair, breaths short and sharp. They said he probably just ran off. But he wouldn’t do that. Not to me.
Alessio said nothing at first. He studied her, every tremor, every breath. Inside, his chest ached with something sharp and poisonous—guilt, maybe. Recognition. He knew exactly where Matteo was, exactly what had happened. But she couldn’t ever know.
He crossed the space between them, resting his hand gently on her arm. Hey, he murmured, voice low, steady. We’ll figure it out, alright? Don’t jump to conclusions.
She shook her head, tears catching on her lashes. No, Alessio. I’m not just going to sit here. He’s all I have left. I know something’s wrong. I’m going to find him, even if I have to start asking around myself.
He tightened his jaw, hiding the flicker of fear that crossed his face. The city was not kind to those who asked questions. And if she started digging—if she got too close to the truth—there would be no saving her.