ROMAN’S P.O.V.
Chicago was the last place I wanted to be.
“Calm down, Romano; we will find her...”
A low, animalistic growl vibrated through my body and hushed Alberto shut. He was the only one around me, the only person bold enough to step into my space while I seethed and raged.
“Riccardo.” I said to him. “I want him dead.”
Alberto's eyes flared wide and alert as I paced up and down my study. My fingers twitched to murder someone, and who better than the man I assigned to watch my wife?
“You don't mean that,” Alberto spoke cautiously. “You don't want Riccardo dead; you're just pissed.”
I halted my steps, my head whipping over to where Alberto stood close to the door. “Pissed? Alberto did you just say I'm pissed?”
A beat of sweat trickled down his temple to the side of his face,
