The rain battered the roof of the black SUV as Adrian Costa sat in silence, his fingers clenched tightly around the armrest. His mind wasn’t on the storm. It hadn’t been for hours. It was on her.......Valentina.
Ever since she’d looked him in the eye and whispered, “You don’t own me,” something had shifted. Not in her but in him.
He had destroyed men for less. But Valentina? She defied him with fire, not fear. And for the first time, he didn’t want to crush it, he wanted to control it. Shape it. Own it, without breaking it.
“Boss?” Mateo’s voice cut through the silence. “We’re here.”
Adrian stepped out into the cold night, the warehouse looming ahead like a waiting tomb. Inside were the three men responsible for tipping off the Montrovos.......the ones who nearly got Valentina killed i
