The glow of dawn bled through the blackout curtains, but neither Sera nor Valerio moved from the tangled sheets. The air was thick with the weight of things unsaid, with the fading pulse of what had happened between them—a kind of surrender that went deeper than skin.Sera stirred first.Her wrists ached from where his tie had held her last night, a soft bite of pressure that still lingered like a brand. She looked at the man sleeping beside her—his chest rising slow, lips slightly parted, a furrow still etched between his brows even in rest. Valerio Thorne. Her tormentor. Her protector. Her ruin.And her only salvation.She slid out of bed quietly, padding to the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, Valerio’s eyes opened.He wasn’t a man who slept through silence. Especially not now.He sat up, running a hand through his unruly dark hair, tension already creeping back into his shoulders like a second skin. Last night had been a release, yes—but it had also been a vow. He’d cla
The scent of smoke clung to Sera’s skin as they returned from the rooftop chaos. Her hands trembled slightly, hidden in the pockets of Valerio’s leather coat. The compound was eerily silent when they arrived. Word hadn’t spread yet about Lucia’s betrayal—or her plea for redemption.Sera had barely crossed the threshold of their room when Valerio locked the door behind them. His presence was suffocating in the best way, heat rippling off him like waves in a storm.“We’re going to find the boy,” he said, his voice low, sharp with purpose. “If Cael is using children as pawns now, he’s more desperate than I thought.”Sera nodded, pulling the coat tighter around herself.Valerio stepped closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You saw what I almost did to her.”“Yes,” Sera said. “But you didn’t. That matters.”A long silence stretched between them, the kind that buzzed beneath the skin. Then Valerio stepped forward, cupping her face. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, as if grounding himself i
The drive back from the Mirage Casino was silent, tension wrapped around them like smoke. Valerio kept one hand on the wheel, the other on his gun, knuckles white. Sera sat beside him, eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets as Eros City blurred past the windows. Her pulse hadn't slowed since the ambush. Neither had his.They said nothing until they reached the estate.Valerio’s private compound was on full lockdown—armed guards doubled at the gates, surveillance drones sweeping the perimeter, and Matteo waiting by the front door, blood still on his sleeve."It was a setup," Matteo growled. "Cael Delacroix never came alone. He had two snipers on the east building. We didn’t even spot them."Valerio's jaw clenched. "We underestimated him. Never again."Sera followed them into the war room—a vast, windowless space below the main house with concrete walls, tactical maps, and screens showing every inch of the city.Valerio shed his coat, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and poured himself a gla
Sera woke to the sound of rain pounding against the roof. Not the gentle kind, but a furious, sweeping storm that made the steel-walled safehouse groan under its weight. For a long moment, she lay there wrapped in Valerio’s arms, their bodies tangled under the sheets like two vines grown into each other.His chest rose and fell steadily. For once, he was completely at peace. Vulnerable.She studied him in the dim light filtering through the blinds—his strong jawline, the shadows beneath his eyes, the faint scar on his collarbone that always made her wonder how close he had come to death.And how many times he had dragged himself back from it.Her fingers trailed softly over his skin, memorizing him. She didn't know how long they’d have this quiet. With enemies creeping closer and betrayal inside their walls, peace felt borrowed—stolen, even.Valerio stirred, groaning low as he blinked awake. "You’re staring, angel.""I like watching you when you’re not trying to be the devil."He chuc
The Thorne estate was nothing short of a fortress—opulent and imposing. Marble floors gleamed beneath Sera’s feet as she followed Valerio through its endless hallways, each turn lit with golden sconces and guarded by statues that looked more like silent sentinels than art.But nothing could distract her from the storm swirling behind Valerio’s calm exterior.He was too quiet. Too still.They entered a conference room deeper in the estate—long glass table, walls lined with ancient weapons, a chandelier dripping crystal light overhead. Four men were already seated. All wore tailored suits, but their expressions were taut with unease."They've been waiting," Valerio said to Sera, gently brushing his knuckles against her arm before nodding toward the adjoining sitting room. "You can wait there. I won’t be long."She didn’t argue, but her eyes lingered on him.Valerio leaned down, voice low. "I need you close, but I don’t want you hearing this. It might change how you see me."Her breath h
The morning sun cast golden slants across the silk sheets as Sera woke slowly, the scent of Valerio’s skin still clinging to her like a second soul. For once, the mansion felt quiet—not with absence, but anticipation. The kind that made the air buzz beneath the surface.Today, everything would change.Again.Sera swung her legs out of the bed and stepped onto the warm marble floor of the panic room, now familiar in its luxurious claustrophobia. She hadn’t meant to sleep here. But Valerio hadn’t left her side. His promise last night still echoed in her ears—“For more than a little while, angel.”A soft knock came at the secure door.It was Navarro.“Boss says it’s time,” he said simply, voice respectful.She nodded once, her mind already shifting into battle-mode.She showered quickly, letting the heat melt away her stiffness. When she emerged, a sleek black dress awaited her—tailored, dangerous, elegant. It had been custom-fitted, its neckline designed like a dagger’s curve, the slit