Italy was cold. Foggy. Unwelcoming as hell.
This wasn't a place for normal people. No, it was the perfect kind of bleak for Ryker and his shady empire. Dylan wasn't supposed to be there, especially not after lying to Olivia that he came for business.
Well, maybe it was for the best.
Yes, there might have been other ulterior motives buried beneath his being with Olivia. But now? It wasn't that he was beginning to like her, God, no.
It was that he didn't want Philip, that son of a bitch, messing with his ego and reputation. Dylan had moved heaven and hell to become who he was. He'd be damned if anyone chipped away at that.
The car kept winding around the villa. It was so large that the drive alone had taken almost thirty minutes, and still, he wasn't at the front door yet.
And then finally, when they reached the entrance of the main house, Dylan saw him.
Ryker. The devil himself.
