16 Luca “Get your f*****g hands off her.” The words were a savage growl, ripped from me as fury colored my vision. I’d gone to Alessia’s office, upset about her little attempt to walk away from me, planning to put her in her place. Her office had been empty, but her purse and phone were still there at her desk. She had to be nearby, so I prowled from room to room in search of her. When I peeked inside the bathroom, I never expected to find Alessia being assaulted by some dickhead in a cheap suit. I thought I’d been mad when I arrived—that had been nothing. Seeing his hands on her, the black tears streaking down her face, I rocketed past mad and went straight to blinding rage. I was doused in boiling anger so blistering, I was two seconds from going feral. The only reason I didn’t immediate
