**Massimo’s Point Of View**
“Sir.” I pulled myself out of my thoughts. I removed my gaze from my tablet where I was staring at the moving image of my wife. She’d just returned from her fun day. She went to a strip club from what I know. I don’t mind, I know who she cares for.
“What do you need, Rafe?”
Rafe let out a small laugh, and my eyes moved to the driver's side. “You have blood on your cheek.”
I found myself laughing. I’d been so eager to see my wife that I’d gotten sloppy. I grabbed a napkin from the slot of items and wiped my face roughly. We were so close to the estate, and the last thing I wanted was to disturb Victoria with the sight of blood on me. She was better off not knowing.
Once I was sure there weren’t any other signs of blood, I threw it onto the floor. Rafe will
