The penthouse was quiet, the late afternoon sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks across the sleek lounge. Sayrn Sauns sat on the couch, her medical kit open as she restocked supplies, her chestnut hair pulled into a loose ponytail. At twenty-eight, with her RN degree earned earlier this year, she was accustomed to the relentless pace of Chicago General’s ER, but the past two weeks—Varga’s warehouse attack, Daniel’s tightened security, their steamy nights under the Velvet Contract—had stretched her resilience. Her role as Daniel’s medic and official girlfriend had woven her life into his mafia empire, but the warmth of his family’s dinner and their passionate connection kept her grounded.
Daniel Isiah, thirty-five and the architect of his empire over f
