Sherry POV When we arrived in New York, I was taken to the hospital from the airport. New York smelled like rain and smoke when I woke, clean, sterile air filtering through the penthouse windows, but beneath it lingered something thicker. Danger. Secrets. Lust. My body ached in places I didn't remember injuring. The sheets beneath me were silk, but my skin burned. Not from the attack. From the tension curled deep in my belly, tight, coiled, ready to explode. I blinked against the filtered light, then turned. He was there. Enzo stood with his back to me, shirtless, sculpted muscles rigid, shoulder bandaged. His phone was in one hand, held to his ear, while the other clutched the railing.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tokyo sprawled in glimmering stillness below. We were miles above everything, yet the air in this room was so heavy, I could barely breathe. "No," he said coldly into the phone. "If anyone on the Tokyo team so much as touches her schedule again without my ap
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