Adriano

My thoughts were filled with rage as I thought about how to deal with that crazy bitch, but Matteo’s voice interrupted my angry thoughts.

“Sir," he called softly, his voice subservient, eyes downcast like an obedient dog. “We’ve arrived.”

“Fine,” I growled, unable to suppress the dark amusement bubbling in my chest.

Finally, I would reveal her identity. She could try to run or hide, but I would go to great lengths to find her.

“Five ...