**Stefano’s POV**

The club's bass vibrated through the walls so loudly I felt it in my chest even before I opened the door. I had one foot on the ground, the other still in the car, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

Luca.

I answered immediately. “Yes.”

“Boss,” he said, his voice tight. “Mrs. Bernado is trying to leave the house.”

I stepped out of the car. “What?”

"Yes, boss. She’s at the gate; she told the guards she needed some air."

A muscle in my jaw twitched. ...