Chapter 121

Giovanni

I stood there, seething.

The shop was a war zone—glass shards glinted like treacherous ice on the floor, necklaces and rings lay scattered amidst velvet displays torn apart.

I cursed out loud. My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. Anger surged through my veins like hot steel, pulsing with each rapid beat of my heart.

"Who the fuck destroy Giovanni Leones's business?" I spat the words out, tasting the bitterness of betrayal.

"Someone with a death wish," Sam muttered.

I moved deeper into the chaos, eyes scanning the disaster before me. 

Everything was in disarray, from the toppled showcases to the shattered display cases. It was clear that whoever had done this wanted to send a message. But to whom?

I couldn't shake the feeling that this was personal. My mind raced, trying to connect the dots, but anger clouded my thoughts.