AURORA’S POV

“So what is going on?” Matteo fires at Anthony as soon as we get into his office.

I looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was out there closed the door, walked into the office and sat at the hand of the sofa.

Anthony on the other hand sat on the table, his face set with an urgency that immediately sent my pulse racing. Matteo, who had just settled into the couch beside me, straightened, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“What is it?” Matteo asked again this time his voice was clipped, his patience razor-thin.

Anthony took a deep breath. “It’s Alfredo.” Just as I thought....