ARIUS’ POV
The drive back to the Salvador estate felt longer than usual. The night breeze slipped through the half-open window, brushing across my face, but it didn’t cool the fire burning in my head. Katherine’s voice kept replaying in my mind… “I’m not going to be your whore.”
The way her eyes trembled when she said it… the way her lips quivered like she was half-ready to say yes but hated herself for it.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Fifty thousand dollars.
That wasn’t just a number. It was a test… for both of us.
When I got home, the house was too quiet for a Salvador house. Too calm for a family that ran a mafia empire behind a perfect political front. The staff moved around silently, heads low, pretending not to breathe when I walked in.
Upstairs, the sound of luggage
