TWENTY-SEVEN
Enzo stood in the grand foyer of the penthouse, adjusting the cuffs of his black tuxedo as he ran through the plan over and over in his head. Every move had been accounted for, every player positioned accordingly, yet he couldn't shake the unease crawling up his spine. The masquerade was their best shot at getting to Ivan. It was also the most dangerous. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. Camilla had agreed to distract Aleks, and logically, he knew she was the only one who could do it—but logic didn't soothe the storm inside him. The idea of Aleks' hands on her, his eyes roaming over what belonged to him— Enzo clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus. Footsteps echoed from the top of the staircase. He looked up. And lost his breath. Camilla descended slowly, her figure w
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