Ambush

GIOVANNI’S POV I stood in my office, my hands braced against the desk, trying very hard not to put my fist through the antique wood. "You let her leave," I said slowly. "After everything I told you about keeping her under constant supervision, you let her walk out to go shopping." Matteo stood at attention in front of my desk, and I could see the tension in his shoulders. "She said she needed feminine products, sir. It seemed-" "I don't care what she said!" I slammed my palm against the desk, making him flinch. "Your job is to watch her and to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid like meet with her family behind my back. And what did you do?" "I thought…" Matteo's voice was strained. "After last night, I thought perhaps giving her some space, might-" "Might what? Make her feel better?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Since when do you make decisions about what my wife needs?" The word tasted bitter on my tongue. Wife. As if that was what she was. "You're fired,