**Stefano’s POV**

The sound of glass breaking filled the room. Gin splashed against the wall, slowly dripping down in sticky lines as I watched.

“FUCK!” I screamed. My voice cracked with rage, my chest tight as panic gripped my throat.

I shot to my feet, breath coming in short gasps, clutching the phone tightly, but it immediately slipped from my grasp. I cursed loudly as it hit the floor. I snatched it back up, my eyes racing over Lucia’s message, reading it again and again.

I had ...