(MARCELLO'S POV)
This fucking bastard.
How dare he threaten me.
ME.
Marcello Vipera.
My blood is boiling.
I can feel it underneath my skin. Burning. Clawing for a way out.
But none of it reaches my face.
I keep my expression calm and composed.
Then I force my lips to curve into something along the lines of a smile, relaxing in my chair and meeting William's gaze without hesitation.
"I get why you're worried so much," I say smoothly. "But you can rest assured that won't happen. I have everything under control."
He studies me carefully, then after a moment of silence he asks,
"Are the intruders dead?"
My heartbeat stutters.
I hesitate for a second before I say,
"No."
"Do you at least know where they are?"
I lower my gaze to the table.
"No."
"Then what exactly do you have under control, Marcello?" he snaps.
