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Flames and Shattered Glass

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ENZO’S POV

I drove back to the city with my foot heavy on the accelerator as the engine roared so loud matching the storm inside my head. The picture and message burned behind my eyes as it felt like a fresh stab to old wounds.

Rage pulsed through my veins, hot and unrelenting as the feeling of being a failure screamed in my mind. Someone had claimed the exterior of my building, breached the private gardens on the mid-level terraces, and stood outside her window long enough to take those shots.

Alarms should have screamed, the guards should have swarmed, I should have known that she was in danger. But instead this someone knew the blind spots of my own house. This was the doing of someone who wanted me to know they could get that close.

The garage doors lifted as I approached, and I screeched to a stop in my reserved spot. Matteo waited by the private elevator with his arms crossed and his face carved like stone.

“Talk to me,” I snapped, striding toward him without breaking pace.
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