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Sienna had spent the last forty-eight hours trying to convince herself that she was okay. That leaving Damien was the right thing to do. That she didn’t miss him. But God, she did. She missed him in ways that made her chest ache, in ways she didn’t even know were possible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. The way his jaw had tensed when she told him she couldn’t keep waiting. The flicker of something pain, regret, fear in his dark eyes before he shut it all down. She wanted to hate him. It would have been so much easier if she did. But she couldn’t. Because no matter how much Damien Carter infuriated her, broke her, destroyed her… She still loved him. And that was the worst part. Sienna ran a hand through her hair, forcing herself to focus as she scrolled through emails on her laptop. Work was the only thing keeping her sane right now. Her father had sent her a few reports to review, and there was an upcoming board meeting she needed to prepar

Sienna sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Damien’s sleek black Aston Martin as it cut through the city streets like a knife through velvet. She could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. She had never seen him like this before so rigid, so barely in control of the fury simmering just beneath the surface. It should have scared her. Maybe it did. But not as much as the voice on the phone had. Not as much as the realization that someone was out there, watching, waiting, ready to use her as a pawn in whatever twisted game they were playing with Damien. “Where are we going?” she asked, breaking the silence. Damien’s jaw clenched. “Somewhere safe.” His voice was clipped, controlled, but she wasn’t stupid. She heard the layers beneath it. He was barely holding it together. She glanced at him, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the storm brewing in his eyes. “You don’t have to do thi

The meeting was set for midnight. A secluded warehouse by the docks neutral ground, or as close to it as they could get. Sienna paced the penthouse, anxiety clawing at her chest. Every instinct screamed at her that this was a trap. Moretti wasn’t the kind of man to negotiate. He was the kind of man who made promises with a knife to your throat. Damien stood by the window, his back to her, staring at the city below. He hadn’t said much since the call. But she could feel the storm raging inside him. "You're sure about this?" she asked, breaking the silence. He turned, his gaze unreadable. "No." The admission sent a chill through her. Damien Carter never admitted uncertainty. She crossed the room, standing in front of him. "Then let's find another way." His jaw tensed. "There *is* no other way, Sienna." "Yes, there is," she argued. "You just don’t like it." His eyes flickered with something dark. "And what would that be?" She hesitated. "Walk away. Leave the city. Let

Damien didn’t waste time. Leo was barely standing, his bruised face pale from exhaustion, but Damien hooked an arm under his shoulder and hoisted him up. “We need to move,” Damien said, his voice sharp, his mind still buzzing from the adrenaline. Sienna knelt beside Moretti’s unconscious form, her hand still trembling around the gun. She looked up at Damien. “We should kill him.” Her voice was flat, but her eyes God, her eyes held a darkness he hadn’t seen before. Damien exhaled. “Not yet.” Her jaw tightened. “Why the hell not? He won’t stop. You know he won’t.” Damien did know. Moretti was like a cockroach he’d crawl out of any hole, rebuild, and strike back. But something told Damien killing him here, now, wasn’t the answer. Not yet. “We need to go,” he said again. Sienna hesitated, then nodded. They moved fast. The warehouse reeked of blood and gasoline. Damien kept his gun raised, scanning the exits as they made their way toward the back. Leo groaned

The world outside didn’t exist. Not in this moment. Sienna was pressed against Damien, her body trembling, but not from fear. His lips were urgent against hers, his hands gripping her waist like she was the only thing anchoring him to reality. She kissed him back, pouring every ounce of emotion she had into him desperation, anger, fear, love.God, she loved him. And it scared the hell out of her. His hands slid up her back, pulling her even closer, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as he deepened the kiss. She felt him everywhere, his warmth, his strength, the way his heartbeat thundered against hers. This was what she had been running from. This feeling. This undeniable, all-consuming force that Damien Carter had over her. But she wasn’t running anymore. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. His grip tightened, and for a moment, she thought he was about to lift her, carry her to the bed, take her in a way that would finally shatter every last piece of the wall betwee