Rafael hated the way she was standing beside Cesare - Like she was his.
He stood alone in the back of the club, behind smoked glass and shadows, watching her from the mezzanine above. Emilia moved like she didn’t belong here- which made her all the more dangerous. All the more tempting.
She was wearing black again. A dress that clung to her body like a whisper. She wasn’t looking for attention, but she got it anyway. And not just from Cesare, who had invited her here tonight under the pretense of discussing “what Dario left behind.”
Rafael knew better.
Cesare wasn’t after answers. He was after her.
Rafael’s jaw flexed as he stepped out of the dark and down the stairs, the club’s low music vibrating under his feet like a heartbeat. His men parted for him with practiced silence.
He saw
