SPARKS AND PLEASURE
The room erupted into murmurs. Don Bernardo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with greed, while Dante smiled openly, crossing his arms. His plan was working perfectly.
"So, the great Aaron D’Luca doesn't have the control he bragged about?" Dante taunted, savoring every second of his enemy's crumbling facade. "He’s been parading an asset around, thinking he held the key, and it turns out the asset has a mind of her own."
Dante’s words were a venomous hiss, directed not just at Aaron, but toward the other bosses of the Commission, who locked their eyes on him.
Aaron took a step toward me, completely ignoring the leaders. He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my skin with an intensity that promised terrible retribution once we were alone.
"What game are you
