Domenico
I didn’t bother taking the elevator. I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse steady. By the time I reached the lounge, the man had already slipped between the cabanas, thinking he was unseen.
Sure enough, it wasn’t Malfoy, but definitely one of his men.
I rushed toward him, grabbed him from behind, and slammed him face-first into the marble pillar. The crack echoed through the empty space.
“The nerve to think you could come after my wife,” I muttered, driving my elbow into his ribs.
“Sir Domenico?” His eyes held surprise as he looked down at my legs. “I didn’t… I’m not here for your wife.” He groaned, his arms wrapped around his stomach.
My brows furrowed, and for a moment I thought I had the wrong person. No. His movements were suspicious. It had to be him.
I dragged him
