Sleep didn't come easily. He lay there, staring into the darkness, his mind already turning, calculating every possible outcome of the meeting with Grayson.
Only when exhaustion finally caught up with him did he drift off.
The next morning, Mark was awake before the sun had fully risen. He bypassed Matteo's room entirely, his mind already set on his own plans. He called Tony, his voice clipped and efficient.
"Get the car ready. I'm heading to my place."
"Understood," Tony replied.
Mark didn't wait to see his brother. He left a brief, text message for Matteo explaining his departure, then strode downstairs.
By the time he reached the driveway, the car was already waiting. Mark slid into the backseat beside Tony, a second car with security falling in behind them as they pulled away toward his home.
Back in Matteo's room, the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains. Matteo stirred as Adrian began to wake, a low groan slipping from his lips.
