Brianna’s POV
They say the most dangerous games aren’t played in the shadows. They are played in the open where everyone can see, but no one can prove.
The first time I decide to test him, it’s deliberate.
A charity luncheon. White tablecloths, champagne flutes, and the city’s most polished vultures circling in tailored suits. The wives wear diamonds that could pay a year’s rent for a small country, the men wear smiles sharpened like knives. And me? I wear scarlet silk, the color of temptation, of possession, of warning.
Enzo is already there when I arrive, talking to some city official with the kind of quiet authority that makes everyone lean in just a little closer. His suit is black, his tie a muted silver, his watch gleaming under the midday light. He doesn’t see me at first. But w
