CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The black SUV smelled of leather and faint cigar smoke, the same scent that had filled her father’s study since she was a child.
Elena sat in the back seat, hands folded tightly in her lap, while Marcus drove in silence. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows like streaks of regret.
She had barely had time to say goodbye to Jax. He had pulled her into a fierce hug in the apartment hallway, whispering against her hair, “I’ll dig into my accounts. Find every trace.
Call me the second you can, she said.
And Elena… I’m sorry. For all of it.” He said regretfully
She had nodded against his chest, wanting to believe him, but the sting of his hidden offshore dealings still burned.
No more secrets, they had promised. Yet here she was, driving toward her childhood
