Painted Sins
med through the tall windows, making shadows stretch across the polished concrete. I adjusted
right," I whispered, smoo
g tied to it. Now, I was Emma Collins, a respected gallery owner in Miami. I
xt from my assistant, Mia: "Client
gh strange channels-hints of connections that made me uneasy. But the opportu
ignaled the door opening. I put on my b
rted to say, but the words got stuc
pounded, each beat a painful remind
e day I left him at the altar. Lorenzo Caruso, heir to one of N
voice sending shivers down my s
e stay composed. "I'm sorry, sir. You must be mistaken. I'm
ser, each step slow and deliberate. I stood my g
hes from me. "Five years is a long time, but not long en
uely him, brought back memories I had fought to forget-stolen ki
throat dry. "Mr. Ca
nd of hair from my face. I flinched at his touch, and his expre
apart. I took a step back, putting sp
clever as you think, Aria. Did you really believe you co
" I whispered. "You have
e at the altar. You disappeared, leaving me to deal with the fal
pushed it away. He didn'
I said, trying to
ed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "
g if I could escape. As if reading m
arned. "We have a lot to talk about, an
n so careful, covered my tracks so well. How had
desperation into my voice. "You have to lea
I getting into, Aria? What was so bad tha
utside the gallery's windows. A black SUV had pull
oo, his body tensing
creeping into my voic
s went out, leaving us in darkness. The securit
tered, reaching into his jac
ducked instinctively, pulling Lorenzo down with me as
rds the back of the gallery. Lorenz
my hands shaking as I tried to unlock the door. Lorenzo
ow, Aria,"
nd we stumbled into the room. I s
ointing to a hidden door in the wal
from the main gallery. The floor shook,
ne. "Until whoever's trying to kill us breaks in? Wh
, and hurt I had caused him years ago. I knew there
chaos outside. "There's something I need to tell y
ed on my arms. "
thing. But before I could, the storage room doo
appeared, their guns aimed at us. Lore
ng voice said through the smoke.
. It was a face I had hoped to never see aga
e recognized the man too. "It can't be," h
ld and heartless. "Oh, Lorenzo. In our wo
ecame clear, one thought filled my mind: The past I had run