Serena's POV Dom stood at the window, back to the room, his broad shoulders framed by the city lights that spilled through the glass like molten gold. His hands were deep in his pockets, jaw tight, and for a long, heavy moment, he didn’t speak.I sat on the chaise lounge, legs curled beneath me, legal The men who’d left an hour ago had taken nothing but their threats with them, but the air still hung heavy with the memory of their presence stale cigar smoke and danger.“They’ll keep coming,” I said finally, breaking the quiet.Dom didn’t turn. “I know.”I frowned, frustration threading through my words. “Then why aren’t you doing something about it? You should just agree. Sign whatever they want. It’s business, Dom. It’s… it’s manageable.”He finally turned, eyes narrowing, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “It’s not about the money, Serena. It’s about what they represent.”I tilted my head, the words sharp. “What, your misplaced sense of honor?” I immediately regretted it, seeing the fla
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