IGNAZIO
“It was a hunch, alpha. There was barely any substance behind it.”
“And yet you found said hunch substantial enough to share with my wife.” My voice was arctic with all the pent-up frustration that’d been coursing through my blood for the last twenty-four hours.
My men believed Izabella was the target of the ambush at my wedding.
I’d thought the same thing. I’d had my own ‘hunch’ about what went down that day.
But they did too, and none of them found it appropriate to share with me, save for this fucker standing in front of me who found it just right to tell, and scare my wife.
“Forgive me,” Euron muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor, “She was adamant about not leaving the hotel, she wanted to know where you were, she was concerned about too many things,”
“So convince me
