My rage simmered just beneath the surface as I sat at the table, barely containing the fury that threatened to boil over. Every breath Olivia took felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder of everything I despised. My fists clenched, itching to lash out, but Valerie’s firm grip on my waist anchored me. Today was a test, and I knew I was close to failing.
I reached for Valerie’s exposed leg, the warmth of her skin the only thing keeping the storm inside me from exploding. Leo, ever the voice of reason, leaned in closer, his eyes scanning my face. "You need to calm down, brother," he said, his voice steady. I shook my head, forcing a deep breath just as Michelangelo joined us at the table, his presence a welcome distraction.
"I want to kill that bastard and that piece of s**t," I growled, my voi
