Bad Day

POV: Vittorio Del Carlo

I step through the front door, the heavy deadbolt clicking shut behind my back. The penthouse is dead silent, cloaked in the quiet hours of the night, yet the air feels thick and heavy with her lingering presence. Leaving Diego and the armored car behind did nothing to settle the raging adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The moment my boots hit the hardwood floor,