“There’s something in your hair”

Leone’s voice trailed off, swallowed by a low, threatening growl that made Azzurra flinch.

Her breath caught as she turned toward the sound. A few yards away, near the gleaming silhouette of his parked luxury car, Marcello stood motionless but even from that distance, rage radiated off him like heat waves. Her stomach knotted.

He was already moving before she had time to react, stalking toward them with a predatory gait.

Leone instinctively stepped ...