*Oliver*

“Sir, you can’t go in there,” one of the bodyguards warned, grabbing my arm when I started approaching Gia’s house.

I shook him off. “I’m not waiting around for the police,” I hissed.

“The restraining order. If you go in there, you’ll get arrested,” he reminded me.

“Not if I’m going in there to rescue someone. We have more than enough recorded evidence to incriminate Gia. Just play the tape for the cops when they ...