Cristiano’s sleep was disturbed by the shrill ringing of his phone. Siena winced in her sleep, writhing slightly in his arms, and he quickly reached for the device on the bedside table, silencing it before the sound could wake her further.
Carefully, he untangled himself from her, shifting her slightly to the side so she could rest undisturbed. Then, moving quietly, he slipped out of bed. He pulled on his pants, not bothering to put on a shirt, and stepped onto the balcony.
The screen again showed Axel’s name flashing, and Cristiano knew Axel never contacted him without an urgent reason.
He answered swiftly. “Speak,” he barked, his tone edged with command.
“Boss… everyone’s waiting for you,” Axel’s voice came through, hesitant but laced with unmistakable urgency.
Cristiano rubbed his
