Ronan's POVThe engine of my car purred to a stop as we pulled into the warehouse. Dust kicked up around the tires, settling on the concrete like a fine layer of grime that matched my mood. I stepped out, my Italian leather shoes clicking against the rough ground, and straightened my jacket. Lena fell into step beside me, her heels struggling to keep pace with my long strides. I could feel her eyes on me, that worried crease between her brows deepening with each step we took toward the entrance."Boss, are you really sure about this party?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.I didn't answer. Couldn't answer. My mind was somewhere else entirely—back at the mansion, wondering what Selene was doing right now. Was she eating? Sleeping? Or was she plotting her next escape attempt like the stubborn little wildcat she was?The warehouse doors groaned open, revealing the chaos inside. My men were everywhere—cleaning weapons, counting money, preparing for tonight's exchange. The ai
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