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AUTHOR’S POV
The night was quiet, the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom was the slow, steady rhythm of Adeline’s breathing.
She laid nestled in his arms, her soft body curled into him, utterly spent.
Her head rested against his chest, her delicate fingers clutching at his skin even in sleep, as if she knew he was the only thing keeping her safe.
Luciano held her close, his large hand splayed over the bare curve of her back, fingertips tracing slow, idle patterns against her skin.
She was warm, his, and so completely unaware of the darkness lurking outside this bed.
And that’s how he wanted it.
His other hand rested on his phone, his sharp eyes scanning the PDF Christian had sent him.
It was a detailed report on Charles—his movements, his associates, his recent busine
