Matteo traveled with his close associate, Harry, and two bodyguards, a small, efficient team for a short trip. Once they arrived, he made sure everything was in place before heading to his suite.
The first thing he did was check his phone.
Adrian's messages were already waiting.
A chuckle slipped from his lips. He knew exactly why Adrian wanted Maxwell gone, and that possessive edge only made him more determined to keep things exactly as they were.
He typed back: Hey, babe. I just landed, I'm at the hotel now.
Adrian had been lying on his bed for hours, waiting for his reply. He responded instantly: How was the journey? Was it stressful?
"Not at all," Matteo replied. "It was a short, smooth flight."
He paused before adding, I saw your message about Maxwell. Are you really trying to get rid of my brother already? Can't you handle having your brother-in-law around?
Adrian's panic flared.
