"Nero... Nero usually met them in the house while he made me strip naked on the floor," Milo cried, his shoulders heaving with a fresh wave of shame. "They saw me naked, Sir. They know what I am."
Salvatore let out a long, slow breath through his nose. The dark, volatile rage that had driven him to destroy the Hartley estate flared up again, making his chest feel tight. He looked toward the glass doors where the executives were waiting.
"They are your staff now, Milo," Salvatore said, his voice dropping into a dangerously quiet tone. "If you don't like looking at them, you can fire them right now."
Milo shook his head frantically, his nose rubbing against Salvatore's collar. "Please, I just don't want to be here."
Salvatore grabbed Milo by the shoulders, pulling him back so he could look directly into the young man's tear-stained face.
