Stefan Romano
I can’t f*****g believe this is happening. My Gabriella….my baby is gone.
And it’s all my f*****g fault.
I grab the glass of whiskey from the table and launch it at the wall. It shatters into a thousand f*****g pieces, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.
"Don Romano, are you alright?"
Storm, one of my most trusted men rushes into the room, panting like he ran a damn marathon. His sharp blue eyes dart between my face and the mess of glass on the wall before settling back on me.
I let out a heavy breath, dragging a hand down my face before sinking onto the chair. "Are you f*****g sure they have my Ella, Storm? Are you sure?" My voice comes out rough, like I’m trying to convince myself this isn’t real.
Storm nod
