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La Rosa Nera's Reward to Nico

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CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE

NICO'S MANSION - OFFICE

NIGHT

The door clicks shut behind us, sealing off the outside world. Heavy curtains block any chance of being seen or heard. Only shadows and silence remain, thick with something unspoken but undeniable.

Nico’s eyes lock onto mine, dark, steady, hungry but controlled. He moves slow, deliberate, like he’s honoring the moment, not rushing it.

“You carry fire,” he says, voice low and rough. “Even when you move like a ghost.”

I meet his gaze without flinching.

“I’m here for business,” I say flatly. “But I’m not blind to what you want.” The dress clings to me like a second skin, thin and teasing.

He steps closer, no hurry, just intention.

“I’ve gathered everything,” he says, voice thick. “Every whisper. Every secret. It’s all for you. I follow you without question.”

My fingers find his jaw, tracing
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