Just as he left the room, Rowan’s phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the moment.
Stepping out into the hallway, Rowan glanced at the screen… it was Harvey. He immediately picked up, his brother’s voice tense and urgent on the other end.
“Brother, where have you been?
I’ve been trying to reach you for the past hour, but your phone wasn’t going through.
Are you alright?”
Rowan glanced back at the room he had just exited, a realization settling over him.
Jammers…!!
Of course, Raven would use them during a meeting like this. Suppressing the irritation at being cut off from the outside world for so long, he replied, “I’m fine. What happened?”
Harvey’s voice sped up, clearly frantic. “Alessandro brought Amara to the spring resort in the west region.”
Rowan’s steps faltered. His pulse quickened, a surge of something dark and dangerous boiling just under his skin. “He what?”
“He brought Amara to the resort today. She’s there with him now.”
Rowan’s mind went cold, calculating.
The thought of Alessandro alone with Amara set his blood on fire. “Where are you?” His voice was clipped, barely containing his growing fury.
“I’m inside the resort, keeping an eye on them from a distance. Do you want me to interfere?”
Rowan’s jaw clenched. His eyes hardened, already formulating a plan. “No. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Ending the call, Rowan glanced at Kyle, who had been watching him closely. Kyle couldn’t hide the concern etched across his face. He’d seen the storm brewing in Rowan’s expression during the conversation.
Whatever had just happened, it was bad. And Kyle knew better than anyone what happened when Rowan got this angry.
Rowan’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Take over every one of Alessandro’s possible deals by tonight.”
Kyle blinked in surprise, but he quickly nodded, scrambling to get to work. He could only feel pity for Alessandro who was about to face Rowan’s wrath, but he didn’t dare voice it.
Instead, he watched as Rowan stormed toward his car..
Once Rowan reached the resort, he spotted Harvey waiting outside, looking anxious. Rowan barely slowed his pace as he approached.
“Which suite?” Rowan demanded, his voice cold and without room for delay.
“Second on the right,” Harvey replied quickly, gesturing toward the private wing of the resort. As Rowan started moving, Harvey fell into step beside him. “Brother, calm down. Alessandro’s still inside… And we still don’t know the situation..”
Rowan shot his brother a lethal glare. “Create a distraction.”
Harvey hesitated, taken aback.
They were at Alessandro Romano’s private resort.
There were cameras everywhere, not to mention the place was heavily guarded.
Still, he couldn’t refuse Rowan’s order. He swallowed his nerves and headed for the staircase, glancing discreetly around for any security systems.
His eyes caught the rotating camera in the corner, and as soon as it swiveled away, he pressed the emergency alarm button.
A shrill alarm echoed through the halls, and Rowan’s phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen: It’s done.
Rowan moved swiftly down the hall and reached the second floor just as Alessandro appeared at the other end. Rowan looked at him with rage in his eyes, but now wasn’t the time to deal with him, he stepped to the side, letting the shadows conceal him.
Alessandro, unaware of his presence, stormed past, his face twisted in anger.
Rowan’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied smile. He knew exactly how to use Alessandro’s rage to his advantage.
As soon as Alessandro disappeared from sight, Rowan slipped toward the suite door and pushed it open.
The room was empty, eerily quiet. Rowan scanned the space, his brow furrowing. Amara wasn’t there. His eyes darted to the bathroom door, where steam was pouring out from beneath it, and faint music could be heard from within. Someone was inside.
Rowan’s jaw tightened as he moved toward the door, knocking lightly.
Amara’s annoyed voice rang out, sharp and dismissive. “Don’t disturb me, Alessandro.”
Rowan’s anger flared hotter at the mention of Alessandro’s name. The possessiveness, the rage… everything boiled up at once. He knocked again, harder this time, but Amara’s response was no different.
“I said, leave me alone!”
Rowan didn’t wait for an invitation. He shoved the door open, stepping inside without hesitation. The room was filled with steam, the hot spring bubbling quietly in the corner. Amara stood there, wrapped in a towel, her back to him, unaware of who had entered.
“Alessandro, I swear to…” Amara turned, mid-threat, but froze when she saw Rowan standing in the doorway instead.
Her eyes widened, surprise flashing across her face before it quickly shifted into something colder. Her guard snapped up, just as sharp and impenetrable as ever.
“Rowan.” Her voice was flat, but he could hear the edge in it.
Rowan’s gaze roamed over her, the sight of her half-clothed doing nothing to cool the inferno burning in his chest. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence filling the room, suffocating any space left between them.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Amara’s voice was steady, but her grip on the towel tightened.
Rowan didn’t answer immediately. He reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face, his touch almost gentle, but his eyes burned with fury. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
Amara glared at him, refusing to back down. “I didn’t ask for your permission to be here. Alessandro…”
The name was a mistake.
Rowan’s hand shot out, gripping her chin with enough force to make her flinch. “Don’t say his name.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, but his eyes were like ice, promising retribution.
Amara’s breath caught in her throat, but she quickly composed herself, her own anger flaring to match his. “Let go of me, Rowan.”
Rowan’s grip tightened for a brief second before he released her abruptly, stepping back, though the tension between them didn’t ease. He took a breath, his eyes still locked on hers. “You’re coming with me.”
Amara scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not going anywhere with you. And You don’t even have any right..”
Rowan’s jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “You’re leaving now.”