Dominic's POV I don’t even realize when I quickly tell Enzo to get the car ready. One moment, I’m staring at the city skyline, jaw tight, mind drowning in whiskey and memories I should’ve killed months ago. The next, we’re driving. Fast. Darkness swallows the roads ahead, headlights casting lo
Dominic's POV I always know when something is off the second Enzo walks in without being told. He knocks, but he doesn’t wait for permission. Just pushes the office door open, stiff in his movements like he’s carrying news that could alter the shape of a man. I’m seated behind my desk, sleeves r
“I have to go,” I breathed. He nodded once. “Go.” And so I did. *** When the plane landed in New York, it was like being dunked into chaos. The air was heavier, faster. My limbs ached from the weight of too many emotions carried in silence. I stepped off the terminal walkway and into Arri
Selene's POV The room held its breath, just like I did as Emiliano hands touched my back, it was warm, almost reverent, a measured glide from the base of my spine to the curve of my waist, as if he were trying to memorize me one line at a time. His palm settled there, a quiet pause, a question his
Selene's POV The airport ride to Paris was eerily quiet. The city lights of Paris shimmered through the tinted glass. My palms were too warm and trembling too much, but I held them still on my lap. I will accept his request. I know he likes me. The thought felt like stepping on a fissure dangerous
Selene’s POV The moment I stepped out of Dominic’s house, something inside me settled and something else tore wide open. I’d handed Aria to Samira with a smile that didn’t reach my heart, promising to return tomorrow, even though I could barely breathe. Aria had clung to me, resting her little fac