The black limousine screeched to a halt in the circular driveway, its engine humming with fury even after the keys had been pulled.
Alessandro didn’t wait for the valet. He threw open his door and came around to the passenger side, yanking it open. Rose barely had time to unbuckle her seatbelt before he was pulling her out, his grip not rough but not gentle either.
Silent. Focused.
Possessive.
She didn’t speak as he marched her into the De Luca estate, through the grand front doors and down the marble floored corridor, his body vibrating with tension.
The guards scattered like shadows as he passed. No one spoke. No one dared.
When they reached his private wing, Alessandro shoved the door open, then turned to face her, eyes scanning every inch of her.
“Did he hurt you?” His voice was
