Mag-log inGianna sighs softly. “I’m worried about my father, too. You know whatever Francesco is doing, he’s dragged my dad into it.”I want to assure her, to tell her that Dominic won’t hurt her father, that he’ll understand Stefano is a good man and who is simply being loyal to a tyrant who doesn’t deserve
Aurora POVI try to keep my eyes on the lecture slides, but the words blur into meaningless shapes, floating in front of me like smoke.Economics of Transitional States. Market Forces in Post-Industrial Regions. All this could be useful someday to the family’s business. And yet my pen taps restlessl
And I have no idea how to feel.Dominic POVDominic reloads his gun with steady hands, but it’s a lie. He’s steady out of habit, out of necessity. But his mind keeps drifting back to the parking lot. He hopes—no, he needs—Aurora to be locked inside Marco’s car. Safe.If she’s not safe and whole ther
Aurora POVMarco drives like he always does, one hand on the wheel, singing softly to whatever 80’s hit comes on his seemingly endless playlist. I’m humming along, half-watching the city pass by, half-working through my class notes, when his phone rings.The way his shoulders tense as he switches of
Aurora sees the full shape of the decision he’s made, the ruthlessness of it, and she doesn’t flinch from the implications. She works through them and accepts them with a calm that’s surprising.There’s a steel in her he underestimated. A razor-edged logic that does not erase her gentleness but sits
Aurora POVI find him in the study, sitting so still the shadows seem to lean in and listen.Dominic isn’t a quiet man by nature. He moves with purpose, fills every room he enters, commands space without trying, but right now he looks carved from stone.I know the moment he senses me. His shoulders







