It had been a week since Alessandro doubled the number of guards stationed around his penthouse. The tension in the air was constant, like an invisible wire stretched tight, one wrong move and it would snap.
Alessandro didn’t take chances. Not anymore.
His men had been keeping focus, especially the one where his men spotted a suspicious, heavily tinted vehicle parked meters away from the house. It was a close call. Too close. And he knew exactly who was behind it.
Enzo.
That bastard was becoming more desperate by the day, and desperate men were dangerous. Alessandro didn’t care how many layers of security he needed; Rose would not fall into that man’s hands. Not if he had to burn the entire city to the ground to prevent it.
Rose, on the other hand, was beginning to lose her mind. She
