**SAMANTHA'S POV**
The night air hit me like a wave as we stepped out of the warehouse. It was cool and refreshing, but it did little to calm the storm inside me. Dominic walked beside me, his presence steady and commanding, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He hadn’t said much since we left the room where Henry had been dealt with, but I knew the silence wouldn’t last.
As we approached the car, Dominic finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "Samantha, I need answers."
I hesitated, my steps faltering. "Answers about what?"
He turned to face me, his eyes piercing. "About Henry. About why he was blackmailing you. And why you didn’t tell me."
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me. "Dominic, it’s complicated."
"Complicated doesn’t cut it," he
