|| Lorenzo ||
The storm outside the mansion was a tempest of howling wind and driving rain, but it had nothing on the one raging inside me. Thunder cracked like a whip, shaking the windows, but I barely noticed. My focus was razor-sharp, my mind a battlefield of fury and calculation.
I pushed open the grand doors of the living room with more force than necessary, the heavy wood slamming against the walls with a resounding crash. My steps were measured, deliberate, but the fury boiling beneath my skin was anything but controlled. Every muscle in my body was taut, coiled like a spring ready to snap.
That bastard had attacked my hotel. My sanctuary. My stronghold.
The thought burned through me like acid. How the hell had Marco known where I was? My security was airtight, my men tr
