Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
We arrived at the party separately, the Don and Nicole riding together while I was crammed into a car with the security team. Their crude remarks and leering glances made my skin crawl, but I stayed silent, trying to ignore them.
By the time I finally saw the Don again, just before we entered the building, the look in his eyes made my heart drop. That familiar malice was back, lurking behind his dark gaze, sharp and dangerous. It was a look I knew too well, the one that told me I was walking into something far worse than I had prepared for. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves, his body language rigid, as if he was barely holding back the darkness simmering beneath the surface.
When I saw Nicole, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was breat
