Page 64 of His to Destroy

I dismiss Carlo with a wave. He scrambles out like his life depends on it.

I sit there for a long moment, breathing hard, trying to control the murderous rage bubbling up inside me.

It doesn’t work.

Nothing can fix this.

Only blood will.

The room feels too small for the fury roaring inside me.

I pace, jaw clenched so tight it aches, hands fisting and unfisting at my sides.

I want to put my fist through the wall. Through the window. Through Stark’s fucking face.

But rage without control is weakness.

And I refuse to be weak when it comes to Almeria.

She trusted me once.

I shattered it.

Now she’s trusting me again, piece by fragile piece.

I won’t fail her twice.

When I finally still, it’s with a purpose sharp enough to cut.

I call Sancia and Enzo back into my office.

They step inside without hesitation, sensing the shift in the air.

Sancia glances at the still-open files, her expression darkening. “You found something.”

“I found enough.”

Enzo folds his arms, his mouth a hard line. “Stark is the culprit?”

I nod once.

“That son of a bitch. That’s why he ran off,” Sancia mutters. “You want us to bring him in?”

I look up at her.

“We’ll have to find him first.”

She smirks. “Already did. You, more than anyone, know no one can leave the syndicate without reason and expect to stay hidden forever. He’s riding with a bunch of fugitives these days. He’s made himself their little Don because he’s got access to weapons they can use to carry out small robberies and shit.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Enzo scoffs.

“So, do we bring him in?” Sancia asks again.

“No,” I shake my head. My voice is ice. “Not yet.”

They wait in silence.

I walk around the desk, resting my hands on its edge, letting the weight of my decision settle over me.

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