CHAPTER 27
DOMENICO
I slammed the door behind me, the echo sharp like a gunshot. Matteo stood stiffly in the hall.
“Where is she?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away.
I walked toward him, jaw clenched. “I asked you a question.”
He exhaled. “Her room.”
“She disobeyed direct orders.”
Matteo’s eyes flicked toward the stairs. “She handled it.”
“I didn’t ask if she handled it, Matteo. I asked if she followed orders.”
He looked down.
I climbed the stairs without another word. The rage in my chest burned hot and clean.
She was standing by the window when I opened the door.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I snapped.
Maureen didn’t flinch. “I assumed you would.”
I stalked closer. “Who gave you the authority to interrogate my men? To shoot someone?”
“No one,” she said evenly
