New York never truly slept.
Not the rich parts, Not the dangerous parts, And definitely not the parts controlled by Dominic Russo.
Rain poured heavily across the city that night, washing over black cars, glowing signs, and crowded streets. Thunder rolled softly in the distance while the windows of Dominic’s office reflected the dark skyline behind him.
The room was silent except for the ticking of the expensive clock on the wall.
Dominic sat behind his desk, one hand resting against his jaw while the other held a small silver earring between his fingers.
Her earring.
Weeks later… And he still hadn’t thrown it away.
His eyes stayed fixed on it longer than necessary.
Something about her refused to leave his head.
The girl who walked into the wrong room.
The girl who disappeared bef
