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Was he the one?
“Let’s go through the surveillance footage, talk to the guards, find out if anyone saw anything.” I turned to Cristo. “And I want a full security audit done by morning. We need to know if there are any other weak points we’ve missed.”
“Understood.” Cristo nodded, his expression grim. “We’ll get on it right away.” He nodded at the men behind him, who holstered their weapons and surrounded the bodies.
As they moved to obey my orders, Cristo paused, his gaze lingering first on the bodies, then on me. He swiped through the white powder clinging to me. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a snowman had a bad day.”
“I had to improvise,” I snapped, irritation getting the better of me. I gestured to the fire extinguisher on the floor, its canister empty and discarded. “Just focus on finding out who did this and how they managed to get into my bedroom without being detected.”
Cristo raised a single eyebrow, then chuckled. He suspected something—since I was the only one covered in the stuff—but at least he kept his mouth shut.
“Enough,” I growled, clenched my fists at my sides, and glared at him.
I was in no mood to dodge questions right now. Especially not in front of the men. Especially not with the powder slowly burning my skin.
The memory of her pinned beneath me, our bodies pressed together, her breath hot against my skin—flashed in my mind.
Too fresh, too tempting.
I shut down the memory.
Cristo was still looking at me, but I didn’t need his teasing right now. “Identify those bodies and send them back to where they came from. I want answers by morning.”
“Alright, alright,” Cristo conceded, holding up his hands in surrender. “We’ll get to the bottom of it, don’t worry.”
“Make sure you do,” I warned, watching as the men carefully lifted the lifeless forms of the intruders and disappeared from the room.
“Alrighty.” I glanced towards the bathroom door, the memory of her body against mine still burning on my skin. “Now get out. I need to clean up. This stuff is burning my skin. Keep me updated, and let me know as soon as you learn anything.”
“Will do,” Alessandro assured me. He hesitated for a moment and exchanged glances with Cristo before they finally turned around and left the room, their weapons held at the ready as they disappeared into the hallway.
Nobody was safe.
Not anymore.
As the door clicked shut behind them, I let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.
Then I scanned the chaos before I started cleaning the bedroom.
I did a battle assessment and retraced my moves and those of the intruders.
When I skimmed the closet, my heart started to pound, and my mind raced with the knowledge of how close I’d come to losing her tonight.
“You protect me, and I protect you.”
I was prepared to fight. Prepared to die.
But I wasn’t prepared for her to be in danger, for her to get hurt, or for her to die.
“Damn it.”
She made me weak, and I hated weakness.
I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Not about her.
But one thing was clear. I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
And as much as I tried to resist, the image of her face—flushed, scared but dead set on not showing it, beautiful in her fury—kept replaying in my mind.
