*Elio*
The second my call ended with Cat, my stomach felt like it instantly filled with lead. A vicious, mind-bending anger speared through the back of my head and nearly caused me to see fucking red.
Paul—motherfucking—Bryant.
‘Why was this guy continuously trying to get at Caterina?’ I asked myself bitterly.
I rubbed a rough hand over my face and tried to stay focused on the issue at hand. But the horrible, broken sound of hearing Cat’s trembling voice still echoed through my head. There was nothing I hated more than feeling her distress through a speaker when I couldn’t do a single thing in that very moment to comfort her.
She sounded terrified. I wanted to make her feel safe. The issue with Paul needed to end just as much as the ongoing problem with Antonio. Hell, I thought for sure that the guy would’ve disappeared for good after our personal confrontation with one another during the holidays, but it was clear that I’d misjudged his IQ.
Big mistake for him.
