He paused for a moment, watching him, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
Then…
His expression hardened as he turned away from the bed, the warmth in his eyes fading into something cold and focused.
It was time to deal with Tony.
Matteo walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. His steps were steady and deliberate as he made his way downstairs, already set on what needed to be done.
The moment he stepped into the hallway, his men straightened and bowed slightly. He didn't stop. He walked past them and headed straight downstairs.
When he entered the living room, Tony and Mark were still there, along with a few guards.
Matteo's gaze shifted to Mark. "Why aren't you asleep? It's late."
Mark shrugged lightly. "I'm not tired. I've been home all day… didn't really do anything."
"Alright," Matteo said after a pause. His gaze swept across the room, lingering on Tony for a moment longer than necessary. "Everyone—rooftop. Now."
