Vincenzo POV
She disappeared into the bathroom after throwing her little tantrum.
And despite my best efforts to speak with her, she refused to answer a single thing.
Not one response.
Not one argument.
Nothing.
Just silence.
I remained seated in the chair, forcing myself to stay calm.
There were more important things happening than Ariel being angry at me.
The traitor.
The attempted kidnapping.
The mole inside my organization.
My family’s involvement.
Those were real problems.
Dangerous problems.
Yet somehow, my mate had managed to become another one.
I needed to speak with her.
Not because I wanted to argue.
Because I had information.
Leads.
Questions that needed answers.
And instead of helping, Ariel had decided that ignoring me was somehow a productive solution.
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