(Leone’s POV)

I waited until the mansion slipped into silence until even the guards outside began to yawn and shift lazily in their patrol.

Then I moved.

I didn’t take the main hallway. I used the secret corridor behind the wine cellar. Not many people knew about it, except Raul and the old housekeeper. My footsteps were slow, calculated, muffled by the rich carpet beneath my soles.

When I reached Renzo’s door, I paused.

It was cracked slightly open.

Cocky bastard.

I pushed ...