Alicia's POV
The sharp crack of the wine glass shattering against the marble floor was satisfying for a moment.
I watched the deep red liquid pool around the broken shards, a fitting symbol of my current mood.
"How?" I hissed, my nails digging into the edge of the table. "How did they escape?"
The man standing across from me shifted nervously, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. He was supposed to be a professional, but now he looked like a child caught stealing.
"It wasn't my fault," he stammered. "Navarro's men were supposed to keep them contained. But Leonardo... he's not an easy man to stop."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "That much is obvious. You're telling me that two of Navarro's best men couldn't handle one injured woman and her self-righteous savior?"
The man swallowe
