Page 187 of Untamed

Just the thud of my boots against marble and the thunder in my blood.

I know where I’m going. I know who I’m here for.

And if anyone tries to get in my way, I’ll move through them like smoke and ash.

Enzo spots me first from across the hall. He’s halfway down the grand staircase, fresh from whatever polished meeting he’s played puppet for this time. But when his eyes lock to mine, the easy charm on his face vanishes.

Because he knows that look. That grim, hollow calm that comes just before I make someone bleed.

Enzo cuts his conversation short the moment he sees me. Steps off the staircase and falls in beside me without missing a beat.

“Where is he?” I mutter, eyes locked forward.

“Library. Reviewing shipment records from Naples.”

I nod once. No thanks. No pause. Just purpose.

He watches me carefully. “Should I be worried?”

“That depends,” I murmur, voice flat. “You know anything about Luciano having someone tail Jordyn?”

Enzo slows. “Tailing her?”

“You heard me.”

“No. Why the fuck would I?”

“Because if I find out you knew and said nothing... we’ll have a different problem to deal with.”

His expression hardens. “You really think I’d stand by while someone stalks her? That’s my wife little sister, Ares.”

“I don’t know what you’d do anymore, fratello,” I say, the word colder than it should be. “You’ve always been good at keeping your hands clean.”

That lands. I see it in the twitch of his jaw, the flare in his nostrils.

“I didn’t know,” he says, measured. “But if it was him, I’ve got your back.”

I nod once. “Then keep up.”

The air thickens as I reach the library doors.

Luciano’s voice drifts through the heavy oak, calm and calculated as always. Numbers. Shipments. Logistics. The doors to Luciano’s office slam open beneath my fist, rattling on their hinges. He doesn’t even look up. Just sits there behind that desk like a king on his throne, calm, calculating, and already ten steps ahead.

“Figlio,” he says, tone neutral. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Enzo walks after me and he shuts the door behind me, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot.

I cross the room without invitation, without apology.

“You put a fucking man on me,” I say, voice low and lethal.

Luciano finally lifts his eyes to mine. “I did.”

Just like that. No denial. No lies.

“Sei un fottuto bastardo arrogante— I slam both hands on his desk. “You sent someone after me. Afterher.Do you know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t caught him? If he pulled on me in front of Jordyn?—

“I knew you’d catch him,” he cuts in, voice like stone. “You always do.”

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