LOGINShe was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
Weeks of planning. All turned to ash.And whoever did it, they wanted me to watch it burn.I stepped away from the wreckage, the air thick with smoke and scorched metal. Cooper stayed behind, already barking orders into his earpiece. I pulled out my phone.Mona answered on the first ring.“I was won
WESLEY'S POVThe call came just before midnight. One of the lieutenants, voice tight with urgency.“Containers at the east docks. Fire. Three confirmed so far.”I stood, phone still pressed to my ear, staring out the hallway window as the voice crackled through. Three containers. That wasn’t an acci
Wesley stood there in slacks and a slate-gray shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His hair was slightly windblown. The top button undone. No guard. Just him.“Can I come in?” he asked.I didn’t speak. I stepped aside.He entered without another word and glanced around. His eyes landed on the pain
CARA's POVThe scent of sawdust and paint hit me before the car even rolled to a stop. Morning sunlight bounced off the unfinished glass panels of the Bridgetown gallery, casting fractured patterns across the sidewalk. Workers in neon vests moved in and out, hammering, lifting, shouting in short bur







