Rafe’s jaw drops. “You’re dismantling a billion-dollar company.”
“Brick by brick,” I reply.
“And for what? Revenge? Or because you’re still in love with her and want her to come crawling—”
“Back off,” I snap, whipping my gaze at him.
He raises both palms. “I’m not judging.”
“You are.”
“A little.”
“Well, don’t.”
Rafe sighs and grabs a second glass from the shelf. “You know, you’ve always been unhinged, but recently, this past week? It’s like watching a Greek tragedy, yet I’m not even sure if you’re the hero or the villain.”
“Villain obviously,” I respond, reading another report. “And thanks.”
“Not a compliment.”
“Didn’t ask.”
He sets the glass down and plants his hands on my desk. “Lorenzo. Seriously. You can’t keep doing this. She made her choice.”
A hot pulse flashes through me.
“Shut up,” I growl, standing slowly.
“You need to move on,” Rafe says softly.
I stare at him.
He stares back.
The silence crackles.
Then I laugh.
“Move on?” I repeat. “You really want to do this? You really want to piss me off?”
He hesitates.
Exactly. Then rolls his eyes. “You’re a dick.”
“Go home,” I say, dismissing him with a flick of my fingers. “But don’t forget to get me what I asked for.”
He lingers for a moment, searching my face.
Then he sighs, grabbing his coat. “Fine. But, Lorenzo . . . be careful. When you blow up someone else’s empire, make sure you don’t take yourself down with it.”
I grin. “Oh. . . that’s the fun part.”
He shakes his head and walks out, muttering something about therapy. The moment he’s gone, I pick up the file again. Victoria’s face stares back at me.
My chest tightens.
I brush my thumb over the image.
