The timing was offensive. Carol had been standing by the sitting room window, soft light touching her face, her fingers still curled around the edge of his jacket as if she had not quite decided whether to pull him closer or push him away. Massimo had been very willing to help her decide.
The alarm screamed through the house. Massimo swore under his breath.
Carol's eyes widened. "Massimo—"
"Stay here!"
"Fuck you!" Carol shot back. She hurried out of Massimo's suite before he could order her again like she was one of his men.
Behind her, she heard him cursing as drawers opened and metal shifted. She did not care about Massimo and his battles.
Marco, on the other hand, was a different problem. He was loyal to the point of madness, and currently injured. Which meant he was going to ignore her warnings to stay put.
Carol moved fast through the corridor, the alarm still screaming through the Italian mansion. Men were shouting orders. She reached Marco's room and burst inside.
