The word “for good” echoed through the fancy penthouse, bouncing off the marble walls. Sophia felt her courage shake as she realized what it really meant.
Vincent Romano didn’t just want her to open the safe.
He planned to kill her afterward—
and he was actually enjoying the idea.
"You see," Vincent said calmly, like he was talking about a weekend trip, "I’ve spent fifteen years on this plan. Fifteen years watching, waiting, preparing. I don’t leave loose ends."
Alexander stepped forward, his powerful CEO presence filling the room. "You’re not going to touch her."
"Oh, really?" Vincent’s cold smile didn’t move. "You think you understand what’s happening here. You may own half of Manhattan, Alexander, but right now, I own all of you.”
The police sirens outside grew louder, but Vincen
