I was already on my feet, moving toward the door. "I'm on my way."
"Ezio, one more thing," Carlo's tone grew more cautious. "Sebastian... he posted guards at her door."
My steps halted. "What do you mean?"
"Says it's for protection, but Ezio, those are his men," Carlo said. "If you go, there might be trouble."
I hung up and grabbed my coat.
Trouble? I didn't give a damn about trouble. She was in danger,and Sebastian was already making his move, posting guards at her door like she was already his property.
The car tore through the night, my fingers gripping the wheel. Images flashed through my mind—Olivia caught in crossfire, Leo's terrified cries, and Sebastian's fucking face.
Twenty minutes later, I reached her block. A block away, I spotted the black SUV parked outside her building.
I pulled up beside it and strode toward her door.
Two men in black suits immediately emerged from the vehicle, blocking my path. I recognized one—Vito, one of Sebastian's top enforcers.
"Sorry, Mr. Visconti," Vito said, polite but firm. "Sebastian's orders. No one disturbs Miss Adrian tonight."
"Move," my voice was calm, but anyone who knew me understood that calm was more dangerous than rage.
"Can't do that," Vito said. "We're just following orders—"
"You know who I am," I cut him off, stepping forward. Both men instinctively retreated. "You also know that if I want in, no one can stop me. So now you have two choices: move aside, or get thrown aside."
Sweat beaded on Vito's forehead. He exchanged a glance with his partner, then reached for his phone.
I'd wasted enough time. I needed to see Olivia, now. I waved my hand, and my armed men rushed forward, snatching the phone from Vito and crushing it underfoot.
"Tell your boss to back off."
Vito was shoved aside, not even daring to look at me.
I rushed to the door and pressed the bell, my heart pounding. It was my fault she wasn't protected. Five years ago, I'd chosen family, chosen revenge over her. Now history was repeating—she'd become a target because of her connection to me.
The bell rang three times. Just as I was about to break down the door, she answered. Through the crack, I saw her haggard face, red-rimmed eyes, disheveled hair. When she realized it was me, complexemotions flashed across her face—surprise, wariness, and something almost like yearning.
"Ezio," her voice was hoarse. "Why are you—"
Before she could finish, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat. Only then did my racing heart begin to slow.
"Let me go!"
"Thank God you're okay, Olivia."
"Can we go inside? Not here."
Reluctantly, I released her, her scent still lingering on my hands. I walked into the living room as she closed the door and stood with her back against it, arms wrapped around herself.
The living room was quiet. I could feel her tension and exhaustion. She looked ready to collapse.
"Is Leo okay?" I asked.
"He's asleep," she said, voice trembling. "Terrified, but at least he's sleeping now."
I stepped forward, but she raised her hand, signaling me to stop.
