AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.
“Open the f*****g door, Olivia!”
I pounded my fists against the metallic door, my impatience spilling over.
“Take it easy, Ace,” Rosa pleaded, her voice shaking like a leaf in winter. “She’s in there, I’m sure she’s busy—‘’
“—busy?” I scoffed, refusing to visualize what was going on inside. “Doing what? And with the gardener?”
That f*****g Alessandro or whatever he was called. I knew he was either called Antonio or Alessandro. Those were both his names.
But I didn't care about that. He had better keep his hands off her.
Because if he didn’t— I would slice his hands off and feed them to my dogs.
I retreated backward, getting ready to burst through the door by taking it down with my feet. The knob turned open, and I heard the sound of the key unlocking the door
