NICHOLAS
She got an invite to the f*****g gala.
Maybe the organizers were fishing, trying to bait me into reacting. Saw her near me once and decided to reel her in. A test. A warning. Or maybe something worse.
But they’d picked the wrong girl.
There was no way in hell I was letting Emily walk into a room full of sharks, not when half of them would gut her just to watch me bleed.
And the ring. It couldn’t be a coincidence that as soon as I settled the inconvenience with the Castillos, she was sent the same one. A piece of it but still.
“And you said you found this when?” I asked, holding up the diamond between two fingers.
Emily lifted her chin, all stubborn fire and zero caution. “Just before the pizza arrived,” she said with a sigh, like this whole thing was some minor inconvenie
