The door swings open, and she steps inside. Soon, it will be just me and her alone in this house.
And then I need to deal with Caleb…
I flip through the footage from earlier. It shows Amara against the wall in the dining room as my best friend lowers himself to his knees before her. Her legs spread wide, eyes fluttering closed in a moment that should’ve belonged only to me.
I grip the edge of my desk as rage boils beneath my skin, searing hot and primal.
How could Caleb do this?
My jaw tightens; every muscle in my body screams for release.
No! She’s not some pawn for his pleasure; she’s mine to protect.
But there’s something else mixed within that anger—a sickening wave of desire floods through me at the sight of her lost in pleasure.
My blood runs cold as I realize how deeply this confuses me.
I stand abruptly, pacing the small confines of my office as my mind races with thoughts too dark to fully grasp.
Each second ticks by like an eternity as I contemplate what to do about Caleb and imagine her curled up on that sofa, crying alone with no one to comfort her but me.
The need to fix her festers inside me—yet fear gnaws at its edges. But she shouldn’t have to endure this pain alone.
Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock on my office door that interrupts my viewing.
“Come in.”
Milly strolls in, her bright energy filling the room. “Hey, Dom! Just wanted to say goodbye before I head out to Dad’s.”
“Don’t let him spoil you too much,” I reply, forcing a smile despite the weight on my chest.
“Like he ever does,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously though, keep an eye on Amara for me. I’m worried about her.”
“I will.” My gaze drifts back to another monitor, now showing Amara by the pool, leaning against the edge. “She’s back if you want to say more goodbyes.”
“Already?”
I smile as Milly walks toward the door but pauses, glancing back. “Thanks, Dom.”
As she leaves, my phone buzzes insistently on my desk.
“Antonio,” I answer, keeping my eyes glued to the feed.
“Dominic,” his voice is smooth but laced with urgency. “The coroner confirmed it—Leonardo’s death was poison. And the weapon was the cigar found in his pocket? Not his cigar. It was Eduardo’s brand—and there’s only one place where he leaves his cigars.”
“Angels and Sinners…” I lean forward in my chair. “You think it was her?”
A grin creeps into Antonio’s voice as he continues. “She already killed Giuseppe at Xander and Amara’s birthday party. I believe the cigar was meant for Eduardo; he’s next on her list.”
My stomach twists at the implications of his words.
“And then it’s me and you,” he adds, like he thinks I’m going to lie down and let it happen. “And I think it’s soon.”
“She’s injured. She’ll wait until she’s at full strength,” I tell him.
Antonio laughs. “She’s angry, Dom. She wants revenge.”
“And you’re going to let her have it?”
