ROBERTO (POV)
The wineglass left my hand before I even realized it.
It hit the wall hard, exploding into glittering shards that rained down the marble like diamonds soaked in fury.
The burn in my chest wasn’t from the alcohol.
It was rage.
Hot. Violent. Uncontrolled.
My jaw locked until I tasted metal.
Three of my businesses….my biggest, hottest, most profitable hotels and clubs….blown to ashes in a single night.
Someone dared to touch my empire.Someone dared to challenge me.
A knock sounded on the door. I didn’t bother looking up.
“Get the f**k in,” I growled.
The door opened and Blaze shoved three of my managers inside like garbage bags.
They stumbled forward, shaking, their eyes already screaming.
Sweat dripped down their temples, staining their collars.
Good.
Fear is the
