Alexander’s POV
My heart stopped when a picture of Brittany in my master bedroom popped up on my phone. The fear that gripped my throat was suffocating the entire drive to the manor. However, when I appeared, Aria was dragging Brittany down the stairs. The pride I had in my woman substantially grew at that moment. I knew then that I wouldn't have to worry as much about her as I do. She is more than capable of handling a situation as long as she isn't ambushed.
Now, I sit at my new desk, combing over my next tasks at hand. I have been getting updates from Aria throughout the day. Pictures, as they push forward on their duties. Aria helped document the vandalism before she rolled up the carpet in the master room. They have officially started the shingles on the new roof, and are pulling t
