Chapter 52

Alessandro Maurizio 

(FLASHBACK)

"Alessandro!" I groaned in irritation as I heard Patrizio yell out my name a few seconds before he poked his head inside my room without knocking.

"Learn how to knock," I threw a pillow at him, which he dodged skillfully. 

I was kind of happy that I had extra company in the house (don't get me wrong, there were a lot of men in the house, but none of which were my age) but sometimes, he could be a serious pain in the ass.

Pat rolled his eyes, not bothered. He was lucky I wasn't fond of using my gun — my padre had gotten it for me for my thirteenth birthday. "Sir said it's time for training."

Another groan escaped my lips. None of us were exactly enthusiastic about training, but he never complained about it because he wanted to please my padre. He didn't want the fact that my father brought him in to be a waste. He didn't want to be a liability. He wanted to be an asset.