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ROXANNE POV

It was finally Thursday evening.

Which meant tonight, I’d be meeting Damien’s father, the man everyone in Marseille feared. The Godfather. The Don. And to be honest, I didn’t know if I should be worried or terrified.

The only other dangerous men I’d known and encountered before were nightmares I could still smell in my bones. There was Damien himself, back when I first met him as Raphaël, cold as stone and a complete menace, after I accidentally hit him with my car.

Then there was Garry, the fake stepfather who wore cruelty like cologne. I could still feel him breathing down my spine, waiting for the day I’d crawl back to him, broken and obedient.

And Kendrick...the sadistic psycho still out there, trying to drag me back into chains and call it love. As if I’d ever let that happen.

My thoughts came to a sudden halt when the car stopped. I looked out the window, frowning at the only building standing in this deserted, gravel-covered lot. It looked like an old warehouse. Me