No one moved. The bodyguards stood still, their faces marked with concern for the man they served. Mark remained where he was, his chest tight as he watched his brother, the uncertainty around Adrian weighing heavily on him.
Down the hall, Tony stayed in his room. Whatever was happening… it wasn't his concern.
Finally, at 3:00 AM, the weight of exhaustion became visible. Matteo looked at Mark. "Let me walk you to your room. You need to sleep."
"No," Mark said. "I'm sleeping in your room tonight."
He wasn't leaving Matteo alone.
Matteo didn't argue. He dismissed the maids and guards with a tired wave before heading upstairs in silence with Mark. Once inside the suite, Matteo sank onto the sofa, his gaze fixed on nothing.
"Go to bed, Mark," Matteo murmured.
Mark didn't move. He sat across from him, watching the slight tremor in Matteo's hands.
Then a tear slipped down Matteo's cheek. Another followed.
