Leonardo stormed out of the bedroom, his footsteps echoing down the hall. He was furious, his jaw was locked in a tight clench, and his hands shaking with rage. Just the thought of Elena walking into danger alone, going to confront a man like Emiliano without protection, made his blood boil with anger. But beneath that rage, buried deep inside his heart, was fear. Real fear. Of losing her.
He slammed the door to his office shut and immediately reached for his phone. The screen cracked slightly under the pressure of his thumb as he dialed.
“Marco,” he barked as soon as the line connected. “Get that bastard—get me Dr. Emiliano. Make sure he doesn’t escape. I want him alive. I’ll make him a lesson to anyone who thinks I’m a f*****g joke!”
Marco didn’t waste time. “Enzo and Paolo are close
