As I applied the final touches to my makeup, I slowly realized something deeply concerning.
I had relaxed around Mr. Montoya.
Not completely, of course. I still remembered exactly who he was. A dangerous man. A controlling man. A literal mafia boss currently hiding me from another mafia boss who apparently wanted to use me for reasons I still didn’t fully understand. None of that had magically disappeared.
But somewhere during the past four days inside this hotel room, the sharp edge between us had softened. That realization alone should’ve worried me more than it did.
I leaned closer toward the mirror, carefully darkening the liner beneath my eyes before inspecting the overall result. Cynthia would've been proud. Dark smoky eyes. Heavy liner. Matte lips. Pale foundation. The overall e
