It’s hard to argue with that.
“Exposing Blackwood is second.”
"What happens if we find proof Blackwood is corrupt, what then?"
Dom's eyes meet mine. "Like I said, justice."
"Your version or mine?"
"Does it matter?" he counters. "We both want the same thing. To stop him before he hurts anyone else."
I suppose we want the same things.
Protect the innocent and hold the guilty accountable.
It’s our methods that differ.
If Dom gets vengeance his way, will I be able to live with myself knowing I was a part of it?
DOM
I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying every moment with Olivia like a film I can't stop watching.
Her laugh.
The way she challenges me.
How she feels against me.
The unexpected sanctuary we've built in this chaos.
Fuck. I'm in deeper than I should be.
She shifts next to me in bed, sound asleep looking so fucking beautiful.
This thing between us wasn't supposed to happen. I was meant to toy with her, distract her, maybe even corrupt her a little.
Instead, I’m like a lovesick teenager, desperate to be around her.
What kind of Don gets tangled up with an FBI agent? The kind who's asking for a bullet or a cell.
I rub my face, the stubble rough against my palms. La Corona will demand answers soon.
They've tolerated my "handling" of Olivia until now, but once they discover I'm fucking her. That I’m actively helping her investigate Blackwood? That I've shared information that could expose us all?
My chest tightens. I've put her in the crosshairs of both the FBI and my family.
When La Corona finds out, they'll see only one solution: permanent silence.
They won't understand that she's different, that she actually gives a damn about justice, even for people like us.
The irony isn't lost on me. For the first time in my life, I've found someone who makes me want more than power and respect.
Someone who sees the man beneath the Don.
And I'll likely have to choose between her life and mine.
I should end this now. Walk away before anyone else gets hurt. Before I have to make an impossible choice.
