Lorenzo POV
As soon as Alberto leaves the kitchen, I'm on my feet and heading for the door. I can't remember the last time I've felt this kind of overwhelming rage. I'm upset she allowed this f**king pr*ck to touch her but mostly because he isn't worthy of Viviana Rizzo. I'm more angry that he treated her so callously. How dare that ba**ard hurt her?
"Lorenzo," Leo calls out, but my feet don't slow as I make my way through the garden. As I move toward what I can only assume is the guards' quarters, I strip off my suit jacket. I don't knock when I reach the door. It slams open and men are on their feet reaching for their guns immediately. "Stand down," Leo says from behind me. "Which one of you ba**ards is Dimitri?"
A short dark-haired goodfella wannabe steps out of the hallway, follow
