The Mistress's Name On His Heart

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the Cavallaro penthouse. It offered no warmth; it felt onl

ke to the shrill s

ul melody-one I recognized instantly because I had he

should, scrambling for the burner ph

fore his eyes wer

laced with a panic that had

im through the reflection of the mirror. I had been awake for

sion bleeding out of him. He listened for a moment,

ntaneous. The tenderness evaporated, replaced by

I asked, my voic

legs out of bed. "An issue with a shipment in

tiful, terrifying violence. Muscles carved for

t his pectoral muscle,

is chest as if ignoring it would make it disappear. As

on," I

ping the doorframe. "What

ink on y

uscles in his b

at himself, feigning surprise, but I caug

ameson would be a corpse before sunset. The allian

A drunken mistake from the bachelor party.

named Care

drained fr

ic intimidation tactic. He was u

're imagining things. Caren i

ou," I countered. "E

You say a word to your father, Lana, and you'll regret

it," I c

nked.

Today. Or I send t

the submissive girl he thought

ched teeth. "I'll get it covered. B

shower, slamming t

t the marble vanity. A

worked! Is he awake?

room door, listening

. I was done p