POV: Darius
As Adriana and I walked out of the restaurant, every eye in the room followed us. The air was thick with whispers and curiosity. I could feel the my anger still boiling in my veins, but even though I was angry, I was also… proud.
Proud of her. Proud of the woman who had stood her ground in front of that obsessive bastard.
Adriana had looked f*****g hot when she told Maximus off.
Fierce, confident, untouchable. And completely mine.
That bastard had walked straight into my trap — exactly as I’d hoped.
I had predicted he’d try to ruin our date, though I didn’t think he’d have the audacity to show up in person. I thought he’d send one of his men, or maybe try to bait Adriana another way. But seeing him walk into that restaurant himself, so desperate, so smug… was better than
