DOMENICO
“She’s a good woman, and you’re going to destroy her if you don’t stop.”
Calestino’s words kept echoing in my skull, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t escape. They slammed against the walls of my head, sharp and relentless, long after he’d walked out of my office.
Destroy her.
The f**k did he mean by that?
I sank into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and dragged a hand down my face. Was I really going to destroy Reina? Was that what this was? Or was it something else—something darker, something neither of us could crawl out of once we started?
“That’s stupid,” I muttered under my breath, reaching for a cigar from its holder. I lit it slowly, watching the flame flicker and catch, the tip glowing a violent orange. I inhaled deep, the smoke burning down my
