TWENTY-SIX
The room crackled with tension as Rafa stepped forward, his broad shoulders tense, his sharp gaze locked on Xander. The guards flanking the penthouse seemed unsure whether to move, caught in the stalemate between two dangerous men. Amara stood frozen behind Xander, her face pale but her eyes fierce. “Let her go,” Rafa said, his voice low and lethal, each word dripping with restrained fury. “You know this ends badly for you otherwise.” Xander smirked, his polished confidence flickering for just a second before returning full force. “You really think you can walk in here and dictate terms? This is my world, Rafa. You don’t make the rules here.” Rafa’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. The moment you dragged her into this, it stopped being your world. Now, it’s mine.” Amara’s hea
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