Owned By The Don
“We’ll stop once we cross the border.”
She exhaled, long and shaky. “You think this ends when we get back to New York?”
His jaw flexed. “No. That’s where it begins.”
Back in New York two weeks later. Club Eden no longer smelled like sin and perfume, it smelled of renovation dust, paint, and ambition. The old velvet walls were gone, replaced with black marble, mirrored glass, and steel. It was reborn as a fortress, not a sanctuary.
Raven stood beneath the main balcony, looking up at the chandelier that had survived three explosions, a betrayal, and Jaxon’s wrath. It glimmered like defiance.
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