'Is Mimi okay?' Alora asks, putting a hand on my knee.

'Yeah, her and Rory are just resting in their new room.' I explain.

Alessandro and Adriano moved us to two rooms at the front of the house so we could have an easy escape if something ever happened.

'That whole thing must've been so scary,' she says, giving me a small smile.

'Not the best thing to wake up to.' I reply.

Xuan walks in and slumps onto the couch next to Alessandro.

'This is fucking depressing.' He says. 'Why don't we have some fun.'

'Shut up.' Alessandro mutters. 'Both my wife and daughter could've died, give us some time.'

'Sorry,' he mutters.

********** ADRIANO'S POV: I grab Fouzia's arm and turn her towards me.

'Let go of me.' She snaps.

'Did you tell Vittoria about Dilara.' I spit.

'No,' she says.

My grip tightens and she flinches.

'I swear I didn't open my mouth.' She snaps.

Fouzia pulls herself out of my grip and goes to walk away when someone calls her back.

'Fouzia, Adriano,' Vittoria says, a smile in her face. 'Just the couple I was looking for.'

'We're not-' Fouzia starts.

'Hush child.' She says. My fists clench. 'Come to my office.'

We follow Vittoria to her office and sit down at a round table.

'I heard you two want a divorce.' She says, looking at me.

'We don't get on.' Fouzia snaps.

'I never liked her.' I reply.

'Well, this marriage was never truly about love.' Vittoria says. 'Unless another woman changed your mind, Dilara perhaps?'

'I don't know where she is.' I say, calmly. I'm not going to let her get the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me.

She looks me up and down before turning to Fouzia.

'And what about you?' She asks. 'Why are you unhappy?'

'I don't love him,' she replies, gritting her teeth.

'This doesn't have to do with a certain ex girlfriend does it?' Vittoria raises an eyebrow.

'No,' Fouzia swallows. 'Even if it was, Dilara is no threat to me.'

Her eyes land on me and I glare at her. I know Dilara scares her, intimidates her even.

'Fine.' Vittoria says. 'Your divorce papers should be ready soon.'

She gets up and leaves Fouzia and I alone. The silence is defanging.

'You love her.' She says.

'I don't.' I reply.

'Yeah you do,' she turns to me. 'You look at her the way I wished you'd look at me.'

'I'm not going to have this conversation with you.' I stand up. 'Enjoy yourself Fouzia.'

I get up and leave the room. Fouzia doesn't deserve my thanks for keeping her mouth shut, it's the least she could do.

'Adriano, we've questioned Eliza about the fire.' Amira says, lowering her tone.

Her heels clack against the marble flooring as she walks beside me.

'And what have you found out?' I ask.

'Definitely Dominico's doing.' She replies. 'But we don't know how.'

I'm silent as we walk down the hallway.

'What if she has a tracker in her?' Amira asks.

I stop and turn to her.

'How would she have not noticed it?' I ask.

There's no way Dilara lead them to us, she wouldn't do that.

'It could be an extremely tiny one.' She explains. Amira hands me a metal stick.

'Alora made this, Press this button and it detects metal bugs.' She exclaims. 'Just so we're sure.'

'Thank you Amira.' I nod.

She puts a reassuring hand on my arm and I look at her hazel eyes.

'I know you don't want to think the worst,' she starts. 'But I don't believe Dilara would do such a thing.'

I nod my head slowly.

'Thank you.' I say.

She gives me a small smile and walks away.

*********** I clear my throat before slowly knocking on Dilara's bedroom door.

'I'm changing.' She says.

'It's Adriano,' I reply.

She stays silent for a moment before answering.

'Come in.' She says.

I open the door and Dilara has her back to me. I have a clear view of her bare, scarred back and the single tattoo down her spine as she pulls on a black hoodie.

'What's up?' She, turns to me smiling.

That beautiful smile.

I can't help myself before I pull her in by her waist and press my lips to hers. This kiss is soft.

She wraps her arms around my neck and my hands slip under her hoodie.

'Someone's in a good mood,' she murmurs against my lips. 'Was work that great?'

'Not as great as this,' I breathe, pressing my forehead to hers. 'Vittoria just questioned me and Fouzia about our ex marriage.'

She groans and lets go of me.

'And now this moment is ruined.' She mutters. I grab onto her waist harder, not letting her move.

'Don't mention Vittora or Fouzia during moments like this.' I say. 'Noted.'

'What do you need?' She asks.

'You,' I smirk, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.

'Wow, so you left work early just so you can kiss me.' She rolls her eyes. 'Seriously Adriano?'

'We may think that there's a tracker inside of you.' I sigh, looking down at her.

Her gaze hardens, and she looks away from me.

I grab her chin, making her look up at me.

'We don't suspect you of anything, it's just a precaution.' I say.

She watches me as I take the metal detector pen from my pocket.

'Search away.' She mutters.

I scan her arms and it beeps right next to her brick by brick tattoo. I press down on her wrist and see her flinch.

'It's here.' I mutter.

Dilara takes her arm out of my hand and grabs a knife from her bedside table. Of course she sleeps with one next to her.

She presses it into her wrist and I see a bead of blood start to form.

'Careful!' I exclaim. 'Let me do this.'

'No,' she replies. 'I'm dealing with this shit.'

She digs the knife in deeper and I watch as the blood trickles down her arm.

She finally gets the small silver tracker out and crushes it under her foot.

My immediate response is to grab some bandages and help her clean up her wound.

'You are insane.' I mutter. 'Don't do that shit.'

'I know.' She replies, her hardened gaze still at the crushed up tracker.

*AUTHORS NOTE* I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Have a nice day!