Angelo’s heart pounded in his chest as Enrico’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. The cold morning air did nothing to alleviate the icy fear that gripped him and his family.
He could feel Elena trembling beside him, her fingers still clutching his arm, her face pale with terror. Francesca was frozen, her eyes locked on Enrico, unable to look away from the man who had just so effortlessly cornered them.
Isabella, on the other hand, fought to keep her composure. The shock of the crash still reverberated through her body, but the sight of Enrico standing there, oozing menace, forced her to focus. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the anger barely restrained beneath the surface, and it sent a cold shiver down her spine.
"Out," Enrico commanded, his voice as sharp as a
