The ballroom glittered with chandeliers and laughter, crystal glasses clinking in celebration of an alliance Adrian had orchestrated with the city’s elite. On the surface, it was a glamorous charity gala. Beneath the masks and gowns, everyone here was tied to the underworld in some way smugglers, financiers, power-brokers. And Adrian Maddox owned the room. Sienna clung to his arm, her emerald dress hugging her body like sin itself. The silk neckline dipped low, chosen by Adrian himself, leaving her feeling exposed in a sea of sharp gazes. “Stay close,” Adrian murmured into her ear, his hand pressing lightly against her lower back. “This world smells weakness like blood.” “I’m not weak,” she whispered back, her chin lifting. His lips curled into a dark smirk. “No. But you’re mine. And they’ll need reminding of that.” Before she could answer, Marcus appeared. Tall, confident, dressed in a tailored black suit that shimmered faintly under the chandelier’s light. He bowed his head e
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