MasukChapter 17The blood on the marble floor was gone. It had taken Julian’s men less than an hour to scrub the hallway clean after the breach three days ago. Victor’s men hadn't made it past the steel door, but the reality of how close they came had sent me into a blind panic.I screamed, throwing my things. I had demanded proof that my sister was safe.And now, the private elevator chimed.The steel doors slid open, and Sienna stepped into the foyer. She was wearing her oversized college sweatshirt, her backpack slung over one shoulder, looking incredibly young and entirely out of place in the sterile, high-security fortress."Viv!" Sienna dropped her bag and ran toward me.I caught her, wrapping my arms tightly around her shoulders, burying my face in her hair. She smelled like laundry detergent and cheap campus coffee. She was safe. She was whole. I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath that felt like it had been trapped in my chest for three days."You're squeezing me to death,"
Chapter 15The red strobes painted the marble hallway in violent slashes of light. The automated lockdown siren was a deafening drill against my skull, but it barely registered over the pounding of my own pulse.Sector Four. A perimeter breach in my private wing.I rounded the corner, my finger resting on the trigger of my Glock, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. Matteo was two steps behind me, his assault rifle raised, his eyes scanning the shadows. No one breached Sector Four. The encryption was military-grade. If Victor’s men had somehow bypassed the perimeter to get to the penthouse, I was going to paint the walls with them.We reached the heavy steel door. The magnetic lock was fully engaged, sealing whoever was inside."Stand back," I ordered Matteo. I punched my master override code into the keypad.The heavy lock disengaged with a loud crack. I kicked the door open, sweeping the room with my barrel, expecting to find a squad of cartel rats tearing my safe apart.Instead,
Chapter 14The ghost of Julian’s touch still burned on my skin, a cruel reminder of the night before.He had been so close. I could still remember the heat of his breath against my lips, the heavy, dark look in his eyes that made me forget the contract, the danger, and the cage I was living in. I had leaned in. He had wanted it,I knew he did. But then he had pulled away, his expression snapping into a mask of pure ice before he walked out without a word.The rejection stung, but the anger it left behind was highly useful. It burned away my hesitation.I stood at the end of the long hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. At the very end of the corridor sat the heavy steel door to the East Wing. Julian’s private domain. The maids weren’t allowed inside. Even the security detail stopped at the threshold.Julian was downtown at a supposed board meeting. Matteo was in the basement garage dealing with a secure delivery. I had exactly a fifteen-minute window before the s
Vivienne."To extort me."Julian’s voice cut through the terrified silence of the office, cold and smooth as a blade. He didn't blink as he stared down at me. "Your father is a desperate, bankrupt man, Vivienne. He knows I have endless capital. He hired a street thug to grab Sienna so he could hold her for ransom. It’s leverage."I stared at him, my chest caving in under the weight of the betrayal. My father was a coward who ran from his debts, yes. But to put a hit on his youngest daughter? To sell me, and then hunt her?"He’s a monster," I whispered, the words tasting like ash.Julian’s jaw tightened. A strange, dark shadow passed over his eyes. "Yes. He is."Hours later, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. It was past two in the morning, but sleep was a joke. I paced my bedroom, the adrenaline crash leaving me hollowed out and shivering despite the heavy silk robe wrapped around me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that grainy photo of the man tailing Sienna.And then I saw Ju
I snatched the phone from the rubber mat before the screen could time out. It was a text from an untraceable burner number. Attached was a grainy photograph of Sienna, Vivienne's younger sister, walking out of a coffee shop near her NYU dorm. Just a few paces behind her, a heavily built man in a grey hoodie was perfectly framed in the shot. The text beneath the photo read: Pretty girl. It would be a tragedy if she tripped into traffic. All the air vanished from the gym. I looked down at Vivienne. The fierce, untouchable queen who had just pinned me to the floor was gone. In her place was a pale faced trembling sister. She stared blankly into space, shaking her head and calling her sister's name trembling. She was shaking so violently her teeth chattered. "Julian," she choked out, dropping to her knees on the mat, her hands gripping my forearms with bruising force. The pride that usually kept her spine steel-straight completely dissolved. "Please. I'll do anything. I'll sign w
Chapter 11I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest.The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.Beneath it was a video clip from our arrival at the tower twenty minutes ago. A swarm of paparazzi had ambushed the black SUV. Normally, my security detail would have broken jaws to clear a path. But before Matteo could even unholster his baton, Vivienne had stepped out of the car and decided to wage war.She hadn't hidden behind me. Instead, my infuriating, brilliant Little Viper had thrown her arms around my neck, pressing her soft curves flush against my chest, and turned her brightest, most sickeningly sweet smile to the flashing bulbs.“Julian is just so protective,” she had purred to a microphone shoved in her face, trailing a manicured hand down my lapel. “He can hardly stand







