Protect my heart

Viviana's POV

I walked towards the study, and found him there. Then, I placed my phone on the table between us.

Vincenzo’s gaze flicked down. Then sharpened.

“Again?” he asked quietly.

I nodded.

He picked up the phone, read the message once, then again. I watched his jaw tighten, watched the muscle in his cheek jump. But he didn’t explode, didn’t curse.

He simply exhaled.

“They’re impatient,” he