Matteo’s POV
I hurried down the hall, ignoring her screams. As I reached my study, I pushed the door open, grateful for the relative silence that greeted me. My study was my sanctuary, the one place where I could be alone with my thoughts. But as I paced the floor, I could still hear her screams ringing in my ears.
I tried to focus on my work, but her voice kept echoing through my mind. Finally, the door burst open, and Jones stormed into the room, a scowl on his face. I glanced over at Ben, who was standing by the door with his arms crossed.
I couldn't stand him and had never liked him, even as a child. I saw him as nothing more than a spoiled rich boy, completely unlike his brother, Jones. Ben's face was blank, giving nothing away. I glared at him for a moment, trying to unnerve him,
