Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
She looks like a dark queen.
Cade’s sharp, dark eyes move with rapid, calculated precision across the ballroom floor, cutting through the elite crowd until they land directly on me.
I don't look away. Instead, I pointedly shift my gaze across the room toward where Anthony Scarfo is standing at the bar.
Cade’s eyes follow my line of sight. The moment his gaze locks onto the Scarfo don, his handsome face transforms, going completely hard as stone. The luxury charity party has vanished. The room has officially transformed into a deadly mafia standoff, and I am sitting right in the center of the crosshairs.