ADRIANO’S POV~
The second Nico walked out and the door shut behind him, I turned, left the hallway, and headed straight back into the meeting room.
My mind wasn’t here anymore. My soul had been ripped somewhere deep and distant, and the only thing tethering me now was rage. Pure, bitter rage and the image of Cassandra trapped somewhere behind those walls Dario called a “facility.”
I waved the families out. “Meeting adjourned. You’ll all be briefed later.”
Then I turned and left the room while Salvatore only followed after me.
When I returned back to the estate I didn’t eat. I hadn’t changed clothes. I hadn’t even pulled the damn tie from around my neck. My blood was simmering beneath my skin, hot enough to blister. My eyes burned from lack of sleep, but I couldn’t afford weakness. Not
