~ Massimo ~
The iron gates of the Valentino estate hissed open, letting us in.
The air was getting more biting the older the night got, a frost-tipped wind that seemed to cut right through my dress shirt.
Now that I wasn't putting on my jacket, the cold should have made me shiver, but the anger vibrating in my bones was enough heat to ignore the drop in temperature.
The compound was teeming with guards just as it did during the weekends. I could see the glow of cigarettes in the shadows and hear the low murmur of soldiers shifting in the dark.
The house was full. The family was here. That meant whatever had happened was bloody serious.
Andrej and Bianco peeled off and took positions with the other guards while I made my way into the house, my shoes echoing against the marble.
I barely acknowledged the greetings of the soldiers as I passed. I didn't have the patience for pleasantries. I didn't have the bloody patience for anything right now.
