Fabrizio’s POV
The calm of my study felt hollow, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. Papers and reports lay scattered across my desk, detailing the Castellanos’ every move, but each word only fueled my anger. These reports—though meticulous—were useless without action, without blood.
The Castellanos thought they could tear me down by attacking her. By torturing her. By taking something precious from us. But they were wrong. What they did wasn’t a death sentence; it was a declaration of war. And I intended to finish it.
My thoughts broke as Rocco entered, his expression hardened, mirroring the dark resolve I felt in my chest. He approached my desk, placing a thick folder in front of me. “Updates on the Castellanos,” he stated simply, but his tone held an edge. We were both d
