OLIVIA
I left the dead phone lying on the hardwood floor. The crushing, suffocating panic that had paralyzed my lungs evaporated in a single second, instantly replaced by a red, blinding inferno. My vision literally tunneled.
I stormed out of my bedroom, tearing down the grand staircase so fast my heels slipped on the polished marble. I did not care if I fell. I did not care about the bruises already blooming on my throat. I reached the bottom floor and marched directly toward the heavy front doors.
A massive, armed guard stepped into my path, holding his hands up defensively. "Signora, is everything okay."
"Where the f**k is he?" I screamed, my voice echoing violently off the high ceilings.
The guard blinked, clearly startled by the raw volume of my voice. "Don Bruno just left the co
