Gun stood at the far end of the East Wing a part of the mansion cloaked in luxury, power, and silence. Unlike the brutal room Mia had once stumbled into, this space was clean, deadly in its elegance. Black marble floors. Velvet shadows. One wide window let in the night, and he stood in front of it like a dark god watching his kingdom.When Mia walked in, her eyes met his not with fear, but that same searing defiance that hadn’t yet been beaten out of her. She wasn’t dressed in lace or silk this time. Just a black slip dress Ava had pressed into her hands with trembling fingers. Her arms bore fading marks from last time, but her chin was lifted like a queen refusing to bow.Gun turned slowly, a half-lit cigarette in one hand, his other in his pocket. “You’re late.”“I didn’t ask to come,” she shot back, crossing her arms.He tilted his head, amused. “Still got fire in you.”“Still trying to extinguish it?”“No,” he said, stepping closer, voice low and calm. “I’m trying to understand w
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