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PROLOGUE

BIANCA

TWO YEARS LATER “Yes, Mr. Brown. I’ll have it on your desk first thing in the morning,” I said into the phone before dropping it on the desk with a loud bang. God, I hate today. I just had a terrible break up with my ex, Eve and I’d been working late all week. The stress was catching up to me. I needed a break before I crashed. I grabbed my Birkin and my keys and rushed out of the office toward the parking lot. But first, I had to get through the elevator and pretend to be nice to my coworkers. Fuck, give me a break. I forced a smile as I stepped inside. It was late, and thankfully there were only four of us in the elevator. Mr. Thomas, the office’s self-proclaimed playboy, and two interns. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll bring you some fresh homemade pastries tomorrow,” Mrs. Bayerns said sweetly. She was the senior partner. Affectionate, chubby, and always smothering everyone in kindness. “Thank you, Mrs. Bayerns,” I replied with a polite smile, but before I could say no,

ROB

I got off the phone with Leonardo, my best friend, business partner and sank into a chair, exhaling deeply. I had come to Italy from Spain to handle some urgent business, and finally, it was done. Like the understanding man he was, Leo had given me a few days off, and I couldn’t be more grateful. And yet, even with time to breathe, she still found a way into my mind. I sighed, resigned. There was no winning when it came to her. Not that I’d ever admit defeat. I was strong. She was strong. I didn’t need to spend my time off worrying about her reckless ass. And yet… My fingers moved before I could stop them, checking for any news on her. The moment I realized what I was doing, I dropped the phone as if it burned me. Disgusted, not with the device, but with myself. I grabbed the joint from the table and lit it up, inhaling deeply, waiting for the familiar release. But it wasn’t enough. Before I could overthink it, I picked up my phone again and dialed Jenny’s number, relieved wh

BIANA 2

BIANCA’S POV No need to add him to my enemies list, he was already at the top. But something about the way he was acting didn’t sit right. He didn’t look like his usual self. He looked like shit, even worse than usual. “What the hell were you doing at a bar like that?” he asked, his tone low and edged with frustration. “Didn’t you see my text warning you not to go in?” I turned to face him, rolling my eyes. “Calm down, you idiot. I’m fine, as you can see. And no, I didn’t see your text. You’re blocked!” I snapped, walking into my living room and ignoring him. He followed me. “There was a notorious criminal gang at that bar, Bianca,” he said, his thick Italian accent making every syllable of my name feel like a slow burn. Suddenly, I felt the weirdest pull. Italian accents? Really? What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get laid, ASAP. I gave him a pointed look. “And here I am, safe and sound. Wait… have you been spying on me?” My anger flared up, my heart pounding in m

ROB 2

Rob’s POV I silently cursed under my breath when the doorbell rang. What the fuck was I doing? I stormed past Bianca’s friend at the door, not giving a shit about whatever drama I was about to leave behind. She was safe now. My job was done. I had no reason to be here anymore. I yanked my car door open, ready to drive off and forget this whole night ever happened, but something stopped me. A glint, subtle, barely noticeable, but there. My gut twisted. Sniper scope. My gaze darted up to the window across the street. There it was again, a slight movement, the unmistakable outline of a rifle. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. The security guard stiffened, eyes wide with realization. But I didn’t give a damn about him. I turned on my heel and ran back into the house. The second I burst through the door, my brain barely registered what I was seeing. Bianca, standing there, tangled up with her friend. Kissing. What the fuck? It was a split-second thought, one I didn’t have

MOVING ON…?

BIANCA I arrived at the office early, like I always did. No amount of chaos, no freak accident, and certainly no stray bullets from last night’s ordeal could keep me from my work. Whatever happened then didn’t actually happen. It was a fever dream, a twisted nightmare. I was awake now. Life moved on. But as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, something felt wrong. A thick, stifling silence hung in the air, interrupted only by hushed whispers and quiet sniffles. The cleaners stood with mops they hadn’t used, their backs rigid. Some of my colleagues gathered in tight clusters, heads bowed, their faces drawn and pale. A few were crying. I didn’t stop. I didn’t ask. Office gossip was the lowest of my priorities. Whatever tragedy had befallen some poor soul today was not my business—until it was. A man I didn’t recognize stepped in front of me, his face unreadable. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t go in.” I blinked, registering the yellow tape stretched across the hallway. “Excu

BODYGUARD

ROB’S POV I watched as he put some distance between himself and Bianca before pulling out his phone. “Hold it off. She’s… interesting. I’ll handle this differently,” he said, his gaze lingering on her, dark with something I could only describe as hunger. I cursed under my breath. Bianca was the devil, but somehow, this man—someone dangerous, someone who either was a killer or knew too much—was intrigued by her. My gut screamed that he murdered his father and the woman next in line for the firm. If he saw Bianca as a threat, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d kill her without a second thought. And I couldn’t let that happen. I owed it to my best friend to protect his infuriating, insufferable, tempting sister. Could he be the one who sent the shipper? “Yeah,” he said into the phone, his smirk sharpening. “I think I’ll take her out. A date or two. Get close.” Then he ended the call. I exhaled sharply, rubbing my hands over my face. Fuck! Here I was, monitoring her every move thro

OPENING ACT

BIANCA’S POV I almost texted Jason to cancel. I had half a mind to just stay home, pour a glass of wine, and let the night disappear into my ceiling. But I had to see this through. Besides, he wasn’t exactly unpleasant to look at. He was tall, dark, with sharp features, and that annoyingly smug smile that belonged to men who fucked and dumped without a second thought. Perfect. Exactly what I needed. I couldn’t be caught dead planning a future with anyone, man or woman. My mind flickered, just for a second, to Eve. The memory tasted like copper on my tongue, so I shoved it back into the vault and locked it. Jason and I had already established that tonight wasn’t a date. It was a professional courtesy, a dinner between colleagues. But if it ended with me getting laid, even better. I needed the release. It was like finally getting a deep tissue massage after living with body aches for years. So I dressed with purpose. Fitted brown suit pants that hugged my curves, paired with

BON FIRE

BIANCA I drove through the gates and tossed my keys to the security, not bothering to wait for a response. A woman I barely knew had invited me to a bonfire event, something her colleagues from the hospital had put together. Apparently, she’d heard about my single status and was determined to “fix” it with some of her top recommendations. Like I needed a damn matchmaker. “Bianca! I didn’t think you’d make it,” Veronica said, pulling me into a warm hug. After the stunt Roberto pulled at my date? Like hell, I wouldn’t show up. “I think I underestimated how much I needed this,” I replied smoothly, keeping the real bitterness out of my tone. A small, nagging part of me questioned why I was even bothering. Why go fishing for suitors when a mad psychopath out there was convinced every man breathing near me was a threat? Paranoid narcissist. Just because my brother and his best friend thought no one was good enough for me didn’t mean I was going to die single. “Tell me abo

BON-CHAOS

BIANCAI clenched my jaw before turning toward the voice, already knowing who I’d see.Roberto. Fucking. Grimani.He stood there, hands in his pockets, like he hadn’t just made my night infinitely worse. The firelight cast sharp shadows over his face, making him look even more infuriatingly handsome than usual. His dark shirt stretched over broad shoulders, and his sleeves were rolled up just enough to show off his forearms.God, I hated him.“Wow,” I drawled, arms crossing over my chest. “Stalking me now, Grimani? That’s a new low—even for you.”He smirked. “Stalking you? Please. I was invited.”“By who?” I challenged.He lifted a lazy shoulder. “Danny, I think? Or maybe Veronica? Doesn’t really matter, does it?”That son of a—John shifted beside me, clearing his throat. “Uh, Bianca? Friend of yours?”I almost laughed at the absurdity.“Hardly,” I said, not breaking eye contact with Rob. “Rob here just likes to show up where he’s not wanted. It’s a fun little hobby of his.”“Now, th

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