The armored black SUV surged through the iron-wrought gates of the Vance Estate in Bedford, New York, slicing through the dense, fog-heavy darkness of the upstate countryside.
Outside, the torrential Manhattan storm had dissolved into a quiet, ominous mist that clung to the sprawling pine forests surrounding the property. The estate itself was a monstrous colonial fortress of dark stone and black timber, hidden deep behind a multi-million-dollar security perimeter of high-voltage fencing and thermal surveillance cameras. It was beautiful, isolated, and entirely untouchable.
Inside the quiet cabin of the backseat, the atmosphere remained suffocatingly thick.
Vivian remained pinned to Dominic’s lap, her soft, plus-size curves molding entirely against his rigid, unyielding thighs as the ve
