Massimo's POV
I stepped through the front door of my house, the heavy wood slamming shut behind me with a sound that matched the storm raging in my chest. Blood still stained my shirt from the warehouse, and the metallic smell clung to me like a second skin. My mind was a battlefield…thoughts of that girl, the phone revelation, and the pathetic screams of those men all crashing together. I needed control. I needed to deal with her.
“Don! Don!”
The high-pitched, panicked voice cut through the hallway like a knife. The maid Lara rushed toward me from the side corridor, her face pale and twisted with fear. Her hands twisted nervously in her apron, and she looked like she might pass out any second.
Seeing her only pissed me off more. I was already on edge, and her frantic energy made my
