Author POV

“Tell me,” Xander growled, voice low and dangerous, “what took you so damn long to respond to me?”

His man stood before him trembling, sweat pooling at his temple.

He couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t even lift his head.

“Are you daft?” Xander snapped, slamming his hand on the desk.

“I—I’m sorry, Sir,” the man stuttered at last. “But… your brother found out we were looking into Giovanni. He strictly ordered us to back out. And he—” the man swallowed ...