**Stefano’s POV **
I slammed my shoes into the tire of my Lamborghini, the dull thud echoing through the concrete silence of the underground parking lot. The vibration traveled up my leg, but it wasn't enough to drown out the rage clawing at my throat. My keys were buried so deep in my fist that the metal bit into my palm, but I welcomed the sting. It was the only thing keeping me from going back upstairs and finishing what I should have done months ago.
Lucia was a problem.
No, calling her a problem was too kind. She was a mistake I needed to bury.
I slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door, the leather creaking under my weight. The car smelled faintly of Elena; her perfume still lingered on my jacket.
I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.
How dare Lucia? How
