Fabrizio’s POV
The heavy weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders as I stood by the window, staring out at the sprawling estate below. The faint light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a dim glow over the grounds, but there was no peace to be found in the quiet morning.
My thoughts were consumed by two things—retaliation and Tabitha.
Rocco had filled me in on the latest intel about the Castellanos, but my mind kept drifting back to her. I couldn’t help it. The way she had looked at me, with a new determination in her eyes, sent a surge of conflicting emotions through me. Pride, worry, and a fierce protectiveness that bordered on obsession.
I had seen her taking those first steps, fighting through the pain to regain some semblance of control. It was a small victory, b
