LEONE'S POV

I’ve been watching him on the monitor for hours now.

Still cuffed, still smirking, like being a prisoner in my house was some kind of private joke between us. His posture relaxed. His eyes are lazy. Not a trace of fear.

If anything, the bastard looked comfortable.

And that?

That pissed me off more than anything.

“You should be sweating,” I muttered under my breath.

I tossed the remote across the desk and let it hit the edge hard enough to split the wood. I ...