Chapter 177: Whatever Happens Next

Savannah I sat still across his lap, straddling him on the black leather chair, his arms locked around my waist as though I might disappear if he let go. We hadn’t even recovered from the mess Cole dropped earlier, and Roman was already losing his patience. “Who is it, Cole?” he barked into the speakerphone, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Fucking spit it out already!” His chest rose hard against mine. I laid a hand over his heart, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. “Breathe,” I whispered. He took a breath, but his jaw remained tense. Cole’s voice crackled through the line. “It’s a woman, sir. A woman we’ve identified as Lydia Skye. Apparently, Rubio has been living with her in Italy since he arrived.” Roman’s brows drew together. “Lydia Skye?” The name tasted unfamiliar. I rolled it over in my mind, searching for a memory, a face—nothing. “Does the name ring a bell, my love?” he asked, tone soft but heavy with expectation. I shook my head. “Never heard it.” Roman’s attenti