The slap still burned across his cheek. Not because it hurt. But because she dared.
Teresa. How dare she?
She walked away from him like he was nothing. He replayed the scene over and over — the sharp crack of her palm against his face, the fire in her eyes. The betrayal that broke him.
He had taken her away from her miserable life. Her mediocre job. Her abusive boyfriend— who happened to be his own brother. He had given her everything, and now… now she thought she could leave?
Roman paced the length of his study. The glass of whiskey in his hand was trembling against his grip. His jaw locked so tight it ached.
She wasn’t just walking away from him. She was walking away with his blood. His mother’s only hope of revenge and redemption. And his means of sinking his teeth into Grayson an
