IGNAZIO
The air was tense the moment I stepped out of the side bar house.
My shoulders were still tight from the security meeting—not that they were ever truly relaxed these days. The rogue wolves had been sighted again. Circling the borders of my territory like vultures sniffing for weakness. My men said they moved like ghosts, nameless and fast, stances laced with challenge.
They weren’t just strays. They were testing me. And I hated being tested.
As I walked across the courtyard toward the main house, I tried to roll some of the weight off my shoulders, but it stuck to me like armor I couldn’t shed.
The wedding attack, the paparazzi stunt at the manor, and now this. It felt like the walls were closing in, one threat after another, and I was getting antsy.
I didn’t like that fe
