Adrian
Matteo Williams burst open the door of my Chicago office, his hard face, clenched jaw, his eyes like the fire that burned on his son's body. I looked up from my laptop screen, my face indifferent from his uninvited entrance, my insides burning from irritation. Luca and a few guards rushed inside, surrounding him, their guns pointed at him. His steps halted abruptly in the middle of the room, his glare piecing at me. It's been a couple of days since his beloved son's abduction from his own house, two days since his stepdaughter tossed the lighter at the bastard and left him to burn. And Matteo f*****g Williams had been aggressive ever since he had found out that I took him from his fancy house. He has caused me minimal damage to my assets over the past few days in his agony and fury
