Adriano
My thoughts were filled with rage as I thought about how to deal with that crazy b***h, but Matteo’s voice interrupted my angry thoughts.
“Sir," he called softly, his voice subservient, eyes downcast like an obedient dog. “We’ve arrived.”
“Fine,” I growled, unable to suppress the dark amusement bubbling in my chest.
Finally, I would reveal her identity. She could try to run or hide, but I would go to great lengths to find her.
“Five minutes, Matteo. My office. Don’t make me wait.”
I stepped from the car, the cool morning air doing nothing to calm the inferno inside me.
My fingers meticulously adjusted my custom Armani suit, a predator’s camouflage in the corporate jungle.
This empire wasn’t given to me; I built it with bleeding hands and sleepless nights. The very thought o
