Adriana had never felt rage like this before.
It wasn’t just anger. It was fire. A slow-burning fury that curled through her veins, demanding blood.
Kieran Callahan had humiliated her. He had taken her, drugged her, made her feel powerless. But she wasn’t that girl anymore.
She wasn’t going to sit back and let Marco handle it.
No.
She wanted to watch Kieran fall.
The War Room
Marco had barely slept.
After bringing Adriana back to the penthouse, he had spent the entire night planning.
His enemies were making moves, and he refused to let them get ahead of him.
Now, in his private study, the air was thick with tension. The city’s most dangerous men sat around a long, glass table. Luca. Enzo. A few others who Marco trusted enough to be in this room.
Adriana stood near the entrance,
