Nico
The possibility of having a Mole in the Baldocchi mansion meant things had gone too far. And it means no one was safe until we found out who the Mole was.
My scalp prickled with rage as I stormed into my study. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the glass paperweight off the desk and hurled it against the wall, watching it shatter. The sound echoed in the silence. Sharp fragments scattered across the floor, catching the light.
I didn’t stop. I swiped everything off the desk—files, pens, a framed photo—sending it all crashing to the ground. The noise didn’t help. It only made the pressure in my chest worse.
A mole. Inside my house. The f*****g audacity.
“Nico!” Gianna was at the door, her eyes wide as she took in the mess that was my study. “Wh…what happened? What is wrong?”
