The compound was still smoking from the heat of our last meeting, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. Rage didn’t sleep, and neither did I. I couldn’t. Not while she was out there, trapped in silk and delusion, preparing to bind herself to a man who didn’t deserve the dirt beneath her heels. A man who wore his father's name like a crown and carried his sins in a polished smile.
If Emanuele Rossi thought he could take her from me, he was fucking wrong.
Because I wasn’t just showing up to ruin a wedding I was preparing for a goddamn war that might break the moment I stepped into their territory. Too bad, I'm taking that war in the streets where I do best.
I stormed into the basement, slamming the metal door so hard the hinges screamed. The lights flickered overhead, casting a yellow hue over the walls lined with steel and firepower. My boots echoed across the concrete floor, heavy with purpose, soaked in fury. I moved like a man possessed because I was. Possessed by her scent, by the sou
