~A FEW HOURS AGO~

Vincenzo’s Mercedes-Benz AMG GT63S, escorted by his convoy of SUVs, pulled away from the mansion driveway, but his gaze remained fixed on the rear window.

Vincenzo watched Anna and Anthony shrink into two small, blurred figures in the distance, their shared laughter lingering in his mind and fueling his anger.

His hands tightened into fists on his knees, the leather of his gloves groaning under the strain.

Vincenzo didn’t understand why a cold, burning fury had coiled ...