Commission guards took Chloe through the service corridor. I followed before they could put her in a car and drove her against the wall with my hands around her throat.
Her soft expression disappeared as soon as the ballroom doors closed. She planted her heels, caught my wrists, and met my eyes without a trace of the frightened woman she had played for months.
"Why?"
She laughed against my fingers.
"Because you were easy. You wanted a son so badly that you believed whatever I put in front of you."
She pried at my hands. "You think you built Moretti? You were the face people feared. Siena did the work."
My fingers loosened.
Chloe shoved my chest. "The Triad deal that made your name cost her a week in a Macau dungeon. During the Bratva ambush five years ago, she took the shrapnel mean
