REINA’S POVWell, I can find my way back without an entourage.Inside the mall, it was easy to pretend nothing was weird.The air smelled like pretzels and overpriced perfume. Kids screamed. Couples argued. Influencers posed by the fountain like they were being paid to exist.I slipped on my hoodie, and strutted into the first store that screamed bad financial decisions—a sleek designer boutique lined with sharp angles and glossier employees.Immediately, a sales associate beelined toward me, her eyes scanning my casual outfit with a smile so fake I could hear it creaking.“Hi there! Can I help you—”“I’m just browsing,” I said sweetly, already brushing past her toward the handbags.Nothing screamed healing from trauma like sniffing real leather.I turned the corner and stepped into a perfume boutique.Not just any boutique—the kind that dimmed the lights on purpose, like scent was sacred and silence was mandatory. Rows of crystal bottles lined the glass counters like tiny weapons of
REINA’S POVI knew that look.It wasn’t just brooding. It wasn’t just don’t piss me off before breakfast. It was deeper. That shadow behind his eyes—the one that screamed danger and duty—was back.Cassian Morelli, criminal overlord, professional control freak, and unofficial thief of my sanity… was scared.He didn’t show it often. But I’d learned the signs.The way his grip on the armrest tightened.The way his jaw clenched like he was holding something back—something violent, maybe even protective.“I said, you’re not going,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.Ethan paused halfway across the room, frowning. “Boss?”Cassian exhaled through his nose, his gaze locked on mine, intense and torn. “Cancel it.”Ethan blinked. “Cancel what?”Cassian turned sharply. “The trip. It’s risky, cancel it. I’ll send someone else.”Risky? What? The mall?Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Sir, it’s a public mall. We’ve already secured the route. The plan is in place. You approved it.”The pla
REINA’S POVLucas had the audacity to smirk. Smirk. Like we weren’t about to be burned alive in a blaze of Morelli-glare. What is he mad about anyway?Cassian wheeled forward slowly, one hand gripping the edge of the chair like he needed it to anchor the storm brewing behind his cold stare.“You’re still here?” he said to Lucas, voice calm—too calm. The kind of calm that made your bladder nervous. “Shouldn’t you be checking on the new recruits instead of sitting around watching soap operas with my woman?”I choked on my spit.Literally.His what? Me?I squinted up at Cassian, his eyes met mine like he hadn’t just detonated my entire bloodstream.He didn’t blink.I looked away.Coward.Lucas chuckled under his breath, completely unfazed. “They’re already handled,” he said, turning the TV off with a soft click. “They’re all set. Just waiting for the green light.”Cassian’s expression didn’t shift. “Hm.” He began rolling forward, slow and ominous, like the villain reveal in a thriller m
REINA’S POVI stood there for a beat, tray trembling in my hands like it could sense the storm in my chest.Valerie.She collapsed like a ghost flickering out—and they all just… kept cooking. Like it was normal. Like seeing the ex-fiancée of their boss being carted off like yesterday’s trash was no more alarming than burnt toast.What happened to women supporting women?I turned, ready to drop the tray and flee to my room where the walls didn’t stare at me with judgment.But then—my stomach growled.Loud. Rude. Rebellious.“Traitor,” I muttered under my breath.Against the screaming voice in my head that said leave now, I clutched the tray tighter and stormed out of the kitchen like I hadn’t just witnessed a live horror scene. But just as I stepped past the doorway, I paused.Their voices had dropped to low murmurs now—sharp and bitter.I inched back. Just a few steps. Just enough to hear.“She’s lucky she’s still alive,” one of the women whispered.“After the way she treated everyone
Reina’s POVI woke to the predawn gray and the muted hum of a cell phone buzzing on the bedside table. Cassian hadn’t moved; he still held me impaled on him, grip iron-strong even in dreams. I craned my neck—his jaw was slack, lashes dark crescents against cheekbones carved from stone. He looked… human.The phone buzzed again. Ethan, flashing across the screen.Cassian’s brow creased, but he didn’t wake. I reached, snagged the phone, hesitated.Answer and risk ruining whatever fragile trust I’d carved out? Or ignore it and risk sabotage to the plan that might clear my name?The screen buzzed a third time.Decision sliced through the haze. I swiped to answer, pressing the speaker to my ear, my voice a whisper.“Ethan—he’s sleeping.”A pause, then a clipped reply. “He needs to know that we have eyes on Elias. I need him to make an urgent decision, and Lucas is also ready to see him.”I swallowed. My pulse kicked. “I’ll wake him and let him know.”But the arm around my ribs tightened p
Cassian’s POVHer body trembled in my lap, still quaking from the high I’m dragging her through with my fingers. She was panting, warm and flushed, her skin dewy with sweat, her lips parted in a breathless little gasp that should’ve been illegal.I stared at her like a man starved, as my stroke increased. Not just for her body—but for the chaos she stirred in me. A storm wrapped in soft skin and sharper wit.She moaned my name—“Cassian.”And that was it.Her voice—my name—it ruined me.She came again, body writhing against mine, loud and unfiltered.We stayed like that. Sweaty. Gasping. Alive.She turned to me, smiling like she’d won a war.I pulled her back down, kissed her mouth with all the hunger I still had left, wanting to ignite something else—but she pulled away.“I’ve paid my debt, Mr. Morelli,” she whispered, slipping out of my lap. “I do hope you keep your word.”She started to walk.“Reina,” I said.She stopped.“You sleep here tonight.”“I know,” she said softly, without