Chapter 39 Thirty Nine
Mira’s entire body went rigid.
Adrenaline exploded through her veins.
Elsewhere in the mansion, Antonio pushed open the door to Salvatore’s office.
“Boss, you need to see this.”
Salvatore barely looked up from the documents spread across his desk. Antonio crossed the room and turned his laptop around.
The moment Salvatore saw the security feed, his attention sharpened.
On the screen, Mira stood frozen in a dark hallway, staring at a partially open door she had absolutely no business investigating.
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“Don’t tell me she’s—” Antonio didn’t finish the sentence.
“Snopping again.” Salvatore said a cold smile tug on his face.
Both watched as Mira limped toward the room with her cane.
“How did he get in?” Salvatore asked quietly.
His eyes never left the screen.
Antonio’s expression darkened. ” I don’t know.”
On the monitor, Mira stepped through the doorway.
A shadow moved behind her. For a split second, she froze.Then instinct took over.She drove the handle of the cane backward with every ounce of force she could manage.
Antonio winced. “Shouldn’t we help her?”
Salvatore remained silent. His gaze stayed fixed on the screen.
Watching.
Several long seconds passed. Then he leaned back in his chair. “Let’s see how she handles it.”
On the monitor, Mira moved fast. So faster than either of them had expected with an injured ankle.
The intruder lunged for her Mira ducked. The cane swung hard into his knee. A curse exploded from the man’s mouth.
Antonio let out a low whistle. “ She’s knows how to hold her ground.”
Salvatore said nothing. His attention remained fixed on the screen. The intruder recovered and grabbed for her arm.
Mira immediately drove her knee upward hitting him on his dick. The impact landed hard the scream could be heard loudly through the screen.
For a moment, there was complete silence in the office. Then Salvatore laughed.
A genuine laugh. Rare enough that Antonio nearly looked away from the screen and at him..
“Atta girl.” A satisfied smile touched the corner of Salvatore’s mouth.
On the monitor, Mira shoved the man backward.
Despite the odds. Despite the injury. She refused to back down. The sight pleased him far more than it should have.
Then everything changed suddenly
The intruder becomes super pissed and walked close and his arms lashed out and a slap cracked across Mira’s face
The office fell silent. The smile vanished from Salvatore’s face instantly. Antonio felt the temperature in the room drop.
One second Salvatore had looked amused.
The next… He looked lethal. His eyes never left the screen. A dangerous stillness settled over him.
The kind that always came before he did something crazy. On the monitor, Mira staggered trying not to fall. The intruder moved towards her again and his hand grabbed her necking choking her with a knife pointed on her neck as Mira fought for her life.
Salvatore slowly stood … The movement alone was enough to make Antonio tense.
“Boss…”
Salvatore’s jaw tightened.
His gaze remained locked on the man who Mira pinned to a wall and was choking her. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold enough to freeze blood. “ Get me my gun.”
Antonio didn’t hesitate. “ Right away.”
As he moved toward the weapons safe, Salvatore continued watching the screen.
His expression never changed. But there was murder in his eyes. And unfortunately for the intruder… He had just made the worst mistake of his life.
The moment Antonio handed him the gun . Salvatore checked to see if there were any bullet and he moved fast. The office door slammed open behind him as he strode into the hallway.
His expression was carved from ice.
Antonio struggled to keep pace. “ Boss—”
“Lock down the west wing.” He said coldly
Antonio immediately reached for his phone.
Salvatore didn’t slow down. Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to get there faster.
The security feed flashed through his mind.
The slap… The knife. Her being pinned on the wall.
By the time he reached the door, his patience was gone.
He shoved it open… to find Mira on the ground and the intruder stood over her a knife raised about to stab her. For one terrible second, everything seemed to stop.
Salvatore blood boiled with rage as he stared at the sight in front of him. Then a gunshot shattered the silence.
The intruder jerked backward and the knife slipped from his hand.
Salvatore took another step forward. His eyes never left the man. They were cold.
Murderously cold.
“You invade my home,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “You break into my house in the middle of the night.”
He took another step. The intruder backed away fear in his eyes… Salvatore followed… Relentless.
He shot the intruder again this time in his leg.
“And of all the stupid mistakes you could have made…” His jaw clenched.
His gaze flicked briefly to Mira. Just long enough to see her on the floor.
Shaking in fear.
Then his eyes turned back to the intruder blazing.The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“…you chose to touch her.” He said shooting him again this time on his belly…
The intruder stumbled backward his knee buckled and he collapsed to the floor.
The room fell silent. Salvatore lowered the gun slowly to his head. The fury rolling off him was enough to make the air feel heavier.
“No one touches what’s mine and lives to tell it.” The corner of Salvatore’s mouth lifted in a merciless smirk, his eyes remaining as cold as ice. He lifted his gun and shot him on the head blood spilling over his face as he used his hand to wipe it.
Antonio arrived seconds later. One look at the scene was all he needed. “I’ll handle it.”
Salvatore gave a single nod.
Antonio motioned for his men. Within moments they were dragging the dead intruder from the room.
The door shut behind them.
Leaving only silence and Mira.
Mira was still on the floor, shaking like she couldn’t stop it even if she tried. Her breathing was messy, uneven, like she’d forgotten how to do it properly.
Her eyes kept going to the same spot. Like she was stuck there.
Salvatore stood for a second, just looking at her.
Then he moved.
Mira saw it and immediately scooted back, fast, dragging herself away from him.
“Don’t—” she tried to say, but her voice cracked halfway through.
He stopped.
That made her freeze more than if he had kept coming.
He slowly crouched down in front of her.
“Mira.”
She flinched at her name. Her eyes finally lifted to his, and the second she looked at him, everything in her face changed.
“You…” Her voice shook badly. “You just killed him.”
She swallowed hard, like it hurt to even say it.
“You killed him.”
Her hands were shaking so much she had to grip her own sleeves.
“You murdered someone,” she whispered, barely holding it together. “Right in front of me.”