Chapter 42 Wrath Of A Man

• Aemilio was on a business trip when he received the news. At first, it sounded so absurd he couldn't believe it. Someone had dared to penetrate his mansion, his fortress, and had attempted to kidnap Evangelina, his property. No one had ever dared to cross him like this before, and the fact that they had managed to escape, unharmed and unpunished, ignited a fire in him. Rage coursed through his veins, boiling his blood.
• The moment he hung up the phone, his entire demeanor changed. If he had been there, if he hadn't been away for business, he would have put a bullet in their heads himself. Without hesitation. The thought of it brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction. His hand twitched instinctively, longing for the feel of cold metal against his skin, the weight of his favorite gun. He could see it clearly—the way their bodies would crumple to the ground, lifeless, as he stood over them.
• But that satisfaction was taken from him. They had escaped. And worse, they had made a fool out of him. *In his own home.* That humiliation burned in his chest like acid, and it wasn't something he could forgive.