Stolen Legacy

Rocco’s POV

I sat in the backseat, Enzo at the wheel, and for the hundredth time, my thoughts drifted to Alessia Marchetti. Her name alone was enough to send a jolt through my veins, but the memory of her, the taste of her on my lips, the way her skin had felt under my hands, was a constant, almost painful ache.

I was supposed to be leaving to see my daughter, focusing on her, but instead, I fel