CHAPTER FORTY THREE

As I entered my office, my men greeted me respectfully and I acknowledged them with a nod. I sat down, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety about Anya's condition.

I reached for the bottle of wine on my desk and took a long swig, trying to ease the tension that had built up inside me.

Nico, always one to get straight to the point, asked, "Boss, how is she?"

"She has woken up already, but she is resting now. None of you should disturb her," I replied, my mind still filled with thoughts of her and the softness of her touch.

There were sighs of relief from my men, and Matteo had an annoying smirk on his face. "What?" he asked when he noticed me looking at him.

I couldn't help but point it out, "You are actually smiling."

Matteo shrugged, trying to play it off. "Are we talking about me now? What about you? You have fallen in love," he teased, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Carlo chimed in, snorting with amusement, "The boss has finally