Failed Escape
he murmured, voice low and rough, "Vivian's due back in a few days."
For a heartbeat, my lungs froze.
But the stillness lasted only seconds. I forced my composure back.
The man who held the reins of the underworld, his power absolute.
A faint sheen of sweat clung to his sculpted chest, catching the light, radiating a raw, primal allure.
Tempting, yet dangerous.
But soon, all of it would be nothing to me.
Vivian was the daughter of Aaron's driver—the man who took a bullet for him and never made it home.