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Chapter forty one Laura’s POV Jett was waiting when I came back from walking Becky out.He stood in the middle of the living room, sleeves rolled up, phone tossed onto the couch like it had offended him. His eyes moved over me slowly — hair still messy from Becky’s hands, lips slightly swollen, the faint new mark she had left just above the lace of my bralette.He saw it.Of course he did.“Come here.”The quiet in his voice was worse than shouting.I walked to him. He didn’t grab me right away. He just looked down at the fresh mark on my breast, jaw tight, and brushed his thumb over it once.“She put her mouth on you.”It wasn’t a question.“It was nothing.”“Don’t.” His eyes lifted to mine. “I can smell her on your skin. I can see exactly where her teeth were. And you’re still flushed like you came for her.”I swallowed. My pulse was already climbing.He reached out and slowly pulled my shirt up over my head, then pushed the bralette down so both breasts spilled free. He stared at

Chapter forty three Laura’s POV Jett didn’t speak for a long time after Michael left the kitchen.He just stood there, one hand still resting on the back of my neck where he had kissed me in front of his brother. His thumb moved slowly back and forth over my skin, not rough, just present. I could feel the tension in him, the quiet calculation, but also something heavier underneath.Finally he exhaled and dropped his hand.“Get dressed,” he said. His voice was low, almost tired. “We’re going out.”I looked at him. “Jett—”“Not to punish you.” He met my eyes. “I saw the way he looked at you. I saw the way you didn’t pull away as fast as you should have. I’m not going to pretend that didn’t happen.” He stepped closer, cupping my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “But I’m also not going to lock you in this penthouse and fuck the confusion out of you again. Not today.”The honesty in his voice caught me off guard.“Then what are we doing?”“I’m taking my woman out. I’m g

Chapter forty five Laura’s POV In the car the silence was heavy. Jett didn’t start the engine right away. He stared straight ahead, one hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly the leather creaked.“They’re close enough to know about the ring the same night I gave it to you,” he said. His voice was controlled, but I could hear the violence underneath. “That means someone is watching us in real time.”I reached over and touched his arm.“I’m right here.”He turned to look at me then. The love and the fear and the rage were all tangled together in his eyes.“I just got you to say yes,” he said quietly. “I’m not losing you to a fucking text message.”He reached across, unbuckled my seatbelt, and pulled me into his lap in one rough motion. The red dress rode up as I straddled him. His hands gripped my hips, then slid up my back, holding me like someone might try to tear me away at any second.“I need to feel you,” he muttered against my mouth. “Right now. I need to know you’re still

Chapter forty seven Laura’s POV Morning came without Jett.I woke to an empty bed and a single message on my phone:*I can still taste you from the car. Still feel how you shook when you said yes. Wear the ring for me today. Think about my mouth every time it catches the light. I’ll be home before you fall asleep. Don’t dream about anyone else.*I read it twice. A small, helpless smile pulled at my mouth before I could stop it. I typed back a simple *Okay* and set the phone down, the ring catching the light exactly the way he wanted.By midday the penthouse felt too quiet.Then the front door slammed open like it had been kicked.“Delivery for the future Mrs. Luciano,” Becky’s voice rang out, loud enough to echo off the marble. “Someone better be half-naked and emotionally available because I brought champagne, three possible wedding dresses, and zero patience for sadness.”She stormed in carrying more bags than any one person should reasonably handle, a bottle of expensive champagn

Chapter forty nine Jett POV I arrived at the venue before anyone else.The place was quiet, private, tucked behind high walls and older trees the way I had ordered. No press. No spectacle. Just stone, glass, and enough open space that my men could see every approach. Davis was already there when I stepped out of the car, checking the perimeter with two others.He glanced at me, then at the black suit I rarely wore this clean, and muttered to the man beside him,“Boss actually put on a tie.”The other one gave a short, disbelieving huff. “Never thought I’d see the day. Whole city’s going to think the world is ending.”I ignored them both and walked inside.The main room had been kept simple. White flowers. Soft light. No crowd. Only the people who needed to be here. My men stationed at every entrance. Grego near the back. And Michael…Michael stood near the far window, already dressed, hands in his pockets. He didn’t turn when I entered. His shoulders were too still. When he finall