l burning against mine when Hanson's urge

econd, the dangerous lover vanished. The cold, ruthless Underboss returned. He tore

setting me on my feet. He adjusted his tailored cu

ed in, his voice dropped to a grave whisper. "It's Sean O'Connell, Boss. He shot up a rival family's underground casino on the Sout

ticking in his cheek. Asher and Francisco. His brothers were using his

his voice devoid of any emotion, yet l

his piercing gaze locked onto me one last time. The s

en ordered Hanson, his tone absolute. "S

onse, striding out of the

his protection, to prove my worth, but his brothers' political sabotage had just dragged me into

ly neutral. He grabbed a heavy cashmere coat from

the labyrinthine corridors of the estate, moving away from the guest qua

, we nearly collided

e to the direction we were heading. The color drained from her perfectly powdered face. The

g her?" Cecile deman

ysical barrier between the furious wife and the Underboss's proper

her palms. Hanson didn't wait for her permission. He gave a curt nod and guided me past them.

rk wood, white marble, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the heavily patrolled estate grounds. A massiv

coat tighter. "She'll come for me," I sai

able burner phone from his jacket and placed it on the glass coffee tab

ar: Damien knows sh

ised face or the lace barely hidden beneath the coat, but into my eyes. For a fraction of a second, so

r clicked shu

und myself, trying to calm my racing heart. I had survive

he suite door was shoved open

earlier hysteria was gone, replaced by a terrifying, icy calm. She stepped into the room, her expensi

but laced with lethal poison, "this is what a f