Alessandro's eyes darkened with pure rage and something much more dangerous — fear. Did someone take her just to use against him again? Alessandro had enemies and truly Elena was a great weakness.
He walked over to the chair and picked it up, staring at it like it had personally betrayed him.
"She was right here," he whispered. "Sitting in this chair. Bleeding. Crying. And I was too fucking slow."
He suddenly hurled the metal chair across the warehouse with a violent roar. It crashed into the wall, denting it.
Marco and the men stayed completely silent. They had never seen him like this, right now he was going crazy and didn't even care about composure and that was not who Alessandro was but Elena made him this way.
Alessandro stood in the middle of the warehouse, chest heaving, Elena's bloody earring still clutched in his fist.
"I do not care what it takes, Find out who took her," he said, voice shaking with barely contained fury.
