He’s reacting. Not retreating.
“Jenna?”
“Dark. No digital trace since the breach.”
“She’s not hiding,” I say.
“She’s planning,” Jace finishes.
I step closer to the board, eyes scanning everything we have.
12
Lionetti
I don’t walk into anger.
I come in already there.
The door slams open hard enough to rattle the walls, and the first thing my hand touches goes flying. Glass shatters against the wall. Then another. Then something heavier. It doesn’t matter what it is—I just need to hear it break.
“Who the fuck were they?!”
No one answers.
Good.
Because if someone says the wrong thing right now, I’ll put them through the floor.
I pace once, twice, dragging a hand down my face, trying to rein it in—but it’s not working. It’s building.
“They don’t just walk into my operation,” I snap, turning back on them. “They don’t just fucking hit my auction and make it out breathing.”
Another crash. Metal this time. A tray skids across the floor.
Still notenough.
“I want answers,” I bite out. “Now.”
Behind me, I hear Jenna moving fast.
“I need you to calm down—”
I turn on her so quick she stops mid-step.
“Calm down?” My voice drops, dangerous now. “They just tore through my men, my security, my fucking operation—and you want me to calm down?”
Her jaw tightens, but she doesn’t fold.
“I want you thinking,” she shoots back. “Because right now, you’re not.”
That almost makes me smile.
Almost.
“They knew where to be,” I say, pointing toward the door. “They knew exactly when to move. That wasn’t luck.”
That was inside.
