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Filippo must’ve made some powerful friends because I doubt his company is so successful all of a sudden. Someone would’ve already told me about it, especially since people don’t know about our bad breakup, but they know we were together.

Adriano should have way more reach, and Filippo won’t want to have a scandal to ruin his success, so he’ll leave willingly. If I’m not wrong about that...

But neither Filippo nor Adriano care about me. I’m sure they’ll reach an agreement that’s favorable for both of them. Maybe they’ll even strike a deal. Who knows what Filippo has been dabbling in without anyone knowing? He could be a member of some kind of mafia too.

I close my eyes for a moment. What I need to do now is stay calm and hope Adriano won’t make me see Filippo again.

CHAPTER 25

Adriano

Rage.There is so much rage coursing through my veins, like never before. My fists are tight. My teeth hurt from clenching them. I want to grab Filippo and slam my fist into his face until he’s a bloody pulp. Until every bone in his body is crushed.

I stop in the hallway, taking a deep breath. Images of Chiara in tears flash through my mind. How could anyone dare to hurt her? How could he even—

I close my eyes. It would be easy to just go in there and lunge at that disgusting piece of shit. But if I do that, he’ll get away with it. And I can’t let that happen.

He wanted to destroy something beautiful. Something precious. That asshole had the nerve to actually grin at her like some brain-dead creature.

I find my phone in the pocket of my suit jacket and dial Rocco’s number.

“What’s wrong?” Rocco immediately asks because he knows I wouldn’t be calling otherwise.

“I need you to get here, behind the building, but far enough away from the back door so no one sees you. With a yellow van.” Yellow is our code word for special cleanup supplies that I’m going to need. “I also need you to take a look inside.”

We might be on a secure line, but with Gennaro and Matteo messing with me, I don’t want to take any risks. Rocco knows I want him to handle the cameras in the building so they’ll stop working. If there’s ever an investigation into this, I’ll say it was all because of Chiara and I didn’t want any paparazzi taking photos of her because she wasn’t feeling well.

“Got it,” Rocco says.

I hang up, because there’s no time to waste. I have adatewith human waste. As I enter the room and look around, I immediately spot him. He’s the center of everyone’s attention, or he’s trying to be.

It’s only my training that’s keeping me from exploding right now. There’s no room for mistakes. This has to be done perfectly. For Chiara.

I make my way to the bar and keep my gaze on him. He’ll come to me. I know it. I can tell from across the room that he’s glancing in my direction and wondering where Chiara is.

If he doesn’t approach me and tries going after her, I’ll bash his skull in. But I know guys like him. They’re idiots. They can’t sense danger because they think they’re oh-so important and powerful.

Filippo is riding some kind of high here. He’s basking in his own self-importance because he somehow managed to get invited here. And he’ll definitely want to come to me to make sure I know he was with Chiara.

I glance at him again. There he is, coming straight toward me. Good. I lean on the bar as if I don’t have a single care in the world. My face is expressionless. I need him to fall into my trap, and I even have a backup plan if the first one fails.

Maybe the second one would work better because Filippo would jump at the opportunity to work with someone as well-known as me. But first I want to see how much of a sick fuck heis, and if he is very, very sick, it’ll be easier and faster to deal with him.

“Hi,” he says as he leans on the bar next to me with the fakest smile ever.

His blue eyes are so dead inside that even Gennaro would be proud.

“I’m Filippo Fracassi.” He extends his hand to me. “Is your girlfriend all right?”

I squeeze his hand enough that he winces, and I let go before I crack his bones. “My wife, and she’s perfectly fine. Actually, she told me all about you.”

“Ah.” He eyes me with suspicion. “And what did she say?”

“I heard you knew how to handle her, so I was thinking—”

“Bitch giving you trouble, eh?” The corners of his lips quirk up.

A bomb goes off inside me. It’s like overwhelming heat filling my whole body with rage. I picture Chiara’s beautiful face and her smile. It’s for her. I’m doing this for her, so I can’t fuck it up.

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