Chapter 42 – Adrian’s POV

The house was quiet, too quiet. Even with Matteo’s soft footsteps pacing the hall below and the low hum of security systems, a part of me remained tense, alert. But it wasn’t just the threat outside that had my nerves taut. It was the envelope. The photo. The message. Someone had crossed a line—our line—and I would make them regret it.

I moved to the balcony, the cool evening air brushing against my face. Below, the estate sprawled, the guards walking in ...