~A FEW HOURS AGO~
Vincenzo’s Mercedes-Benz AMG GT63S, escorted by his convoy of SUVs, pulled away from the mansion driveway, but his gaze remained fixed on the rear window.
Vincenzo watched Anna and Anthony shrink into two small, blurred figures in the distance, their shared laughter lingering in his mind and fueling his anger.
His hands tightened into fists on his knees, the leather of his gloves groaning under the strain.
Vincenzo didn’t understand why a cold, burning fury had coiled in his gut, or why he felt this way, but it was deeply unpleasant.
The memory of Anthony tucking Anna’s hair behind her ear, of him holding her bandaged hand so gently, kept replaying in his mind over and over.
The drive to the city was quiet or tense.
After about twenty minutes, Vincenzo’s car fina
