LOGINChapter 41Valencia’s POVThe sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and blood reds, when the summons arrived. It wasn't a request; it was an expectation. Antonio had sent a maid to my guest suite with a box, a sheer, midnight-blue silk nightgown that cost more than a teacher’s annual salary and covered less than a spiderweb."He is waiting for you in the primary suite, Ms. Knox," the maid said, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "He said... he said the celebration of the engagement should begin privately."I felt a wave of nausea so potent I had to grip the edge of the vanity to keep from retching. Jax’s voice was a frantic staccato in my earpiece. "V, abort. Pull the Migraine card. Pull the Sudden International Crisis card. You can’t go in there. He’s looking for a pound of flesh to go with that ring.""If I back out now, he gets suspicious," I whispered, staring at my reflection. My violet eyes looked haunted. "He’s a predator, Jax. If the pre
Chapter 41Valencia’s POVThe sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and blood reds, when the summons arrived. It wasn't a request; it was an expectation. Antonio had sent a maid to my guest suite with a box, a sheer, midnight-blue silk nightgown that cost more than a teacher’s annual salary and covered less than a spiderweb."He is waiting for you in the primary suite, Ms. Knox," the maid said, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "He said... he said the celebration of the engagement should begin privately."I felt a wave of nausea so potent I had to grip the edge of the vanity to keep from retching. Jax’s voice was a frantic staccato in my earpiece. "V, abort. Pull the Migraine card. Pull the Sudden International Crisis card. You can’t go in there. He’s looking for a pound of flesh to go with that ring.""If I back out now, he gets suspicious," I whispered, staring at my reflection. My violet eyes looked haunted. "He’s a predator, Jax. If the pre
Chapter 41Valencia’s POVThe sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and blood reds, when the summons arrived. It wasn't a request; it was an expectation. Antonio had sent a maid to my guest suite with a box, a sheer, midnight-blue silk nightgown that cost more than a teacher’s annual salary and covered less than a spiderweb."He is waiting for you in the primary suite, Ms. Knox," the maid said, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "He said... he said the celebration of the engagement should begin privately."I felt a wave of nausea so potent I had to grip the edge of the vanity to keep from retching. Jax’s voice was a frantic staccato in my earpiece. "V, abort. Pull the Migraine card. Pull the Sudden International Crisis card. You can’t go in there. He’s looking for a pound of flesh to go with that ring.""If I back out now, he gets suspicious," I whispered, staring at my reflection. My violet eyes looked haunted. "He’s a predator, Jax. If the pre
Chapter 40Valencia’s POVI was still shaking when I reached the bottom of the grand staircase. My palms were damp, and the phantom heat of Akeem’s presence, that scent of rain and cold steel clung to my skin like a second suit of armor. I had faced Silas Blackwood’s calculating coldness and Antonio’s erratic brutality, but Akeem was a different breed of storm. He was the kind of silent that felt like an ultimatum."V, talk to me. Your vitals are finally dipping back into the not having a stroke range," Jax’s voice crackled, sharp with suspicion. "What did that mountain say to you?""Nothing," I whispered, straightening my charcoal blazer. "He said everything. Jax, keep digging. If he’s a black hole, find the event horizon. I want to know who is paying a man like that to guard a nursery.""On it. But heads up, the King of Debt is on the move. Antonio just left his suite. He’s heading for the sunroom. He looks… strangely cheerful for a man who lost sixty million dollars last night."I
Chapter 39Valencia’s POVThe interior of the Maybach was a sanctuary of chilled air and silence, but it couldn't drown out the phantom sensation of Antonio’s mouth on mine. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that slick, scotch-scented desperation pressing against my lips. My skin felt like it was crawling with microscopic insects."V? You’re hyperventilating. Just a little," Jax’s voice was softer now, the adrenaline of the heist fading into genuine concern. "The money is safe. It’s bouncing through four different relays in the Baltics before it lands in your private offshore. You’re sixty million richer than you were an hour ago. Breathe.""I'm breathing, Jax," I snapped, though my chest felt tight. I reached for a bottle of sparkling water in the car's console and poured it over a linen cloth, scrubbing my lips until they were raw and stinging. "I just... I need to be clean. I need this night to be over.""We’re almost to the motel. Marcus is taking the long route to make sure no
Chapter 38Valencia’s POVThe study was exactly as I remembered it, a shrine to Antonio’s narcissism. Floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves filled with books he never read, leather-bound ledgers of companies he’d gutted, and the faint, lingering scent of expensive cigars and the iron-tang of fear. It was here, at this very desk, that he used to sign the checks that bought my silence. Tonight, it was the site of his execution.I sat in his oversized leather chair, the cool material molding to my back. My laptop, a sleek, custom-built beast Jax had rigged with enough encryption to baffle the NSA sat open on the polished surface. Beside it sat a small, velvet-lined box. Inside was a "gift" for Antonio: a vintage 1950s Patek Philippe watch. It was beautiful, gold, and embedded with a microscopic, near-field communication (NFC) chip that would act as a Trojan horse the moment it got within three inches of his encrypted hardware."V, are you in position?" Jax’s voice was a low hum in my ear,
Chapter 16 Valencia’s POV The lower courtyard was a pit of gray concrete and biting wind. The sun hadn't quite cleared the horizon, leaving the world in a bruised shade of violet. I stood there, my lungs burning with the intake of the frigid morning air, wearing only a thin tactical tracksuit. D
Chapter 18Valencia’s POVThe heavy bag swung with a rhythmic, violent *thud* that echoed through the hollow expanse of the Blackwood gym. My knuckles were raw, the white hand-wraps stained with small, blooming blossoms of red where the skin had split, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.Every time I cl
Chapter 17Valencia’s POVThe transition from the void back to reality was not a gentle drift; it was a violent, airless ascent. My lungs burned as if I had been submerged in the icy depths of the Blackwood bay, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a frantic prisoner.Thud-thud. Thud-thud.Th
Chapter 19Valencia’s POVThe Neurolink headband was a cold, silver halo pressed against my skin, its low-frequency pulse syncing with the erratic hammer of my heart. I had left Jax in the gym, lips swollen and bloody from the violence of my kiss, eyes fractured with guilt I refused to carry. Ther







