“Step away from the door.”
The voice outside didn’t repeat itself.
It didn’t need to.
The silence that followed was heavier than the threat.
Matteo’s hand tightened around Giulia’s fingers, pulling her just slightly behind him. Alessandro had already moved, positioning himself near the broken window at the side of the room, eyes scanning, calculating angles, exits—anything.
Giulia didn’t move.
Her heart was racing, but her gaze wasn’t on the door.
It was on Alessandro.
Because he wasn’t looking outside anymore.
He was looking at her.
And there was something in his expression that didn’t belong in a moment like this.
Something reckless.
Possessive.
Unfinished.
“Focus,” Matteo snapped at him.
Alessandro didn’t respond immediately.
Didn’t break eye contact with Giulia.
“Tell
