Chapter 15
The motorcycle tore through the rain-soaked streets of New York City like a bullet.
Evelyn clung tightly to Damian’s waist, her heart slamming violently against her ribs while cold wind whipped through her hair. Sirens echoed faintly behind them, swallowed by thunder and city noise.
But she barely noticed any of it.
Because the woman’s words kept replaying inside her head.
Damian never told you he was there the night she died.
Her fingers tightened unconsciously against Damian’s jacket.
The motorcycle weaved sharply through traffic before finally turning into an underground parking structure beneath a towering luxury building in Midtown.
The moment the motorcycle stopped, Evelyn climbed off immediately.
“What did she mean?”
Damian removed the helmet slowly but didn’t a
