*Giovani*

Again.

They’d struck again.

“Bastards,” I growled under my breath, barely two seconds from launching my fists through the fucking wall.

It took a great deal of self-restraint to make it here without snapping at everyone around me, especially Olivia. Her disappointment of heading back was suffocating, probably dripping off her in waves, but there was nothing I could do.

They’d fucking done it again.

I would have ...