“Who?”

“I’ve been running the backgrounds again, Arthur,” Dominic said, a dangerous edge in his voice. “The timing is too perfect. It’s the girl.”

against my cheek. “Am I?” I asked, my voice barely audible. “Yes,” he said, his hand rising to gently touch the side of my face. “A dangerous one.” His thumb traced my jawline, his touch surprisingly soft for a man who commanded an empire. I didn’t pull away; instead, I leaned into his touch, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. The distance between us vanished, and for a fleeting moment, the danger outside the penthouse doors didn’t exist. Then, the phone on the table buzzed again, its harsh vibration shattering the moment. Arthur’s hand dropped from my face, and the warmth in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by his usual cold discipline. He picked up the phone and answered it, putting it on speaker. “Speak,” Arthur commanded. The voice of Dominic, his fiercely loyal lieutenant, filled the quiet room. “Boss, we have a leak,” Dominic said, his tone urgent and sharp. “The feds just raided the Chelsea warehouse.” Arthur’s eyes snapped to mine, cold and calculating once again. “What did they find?” Arthur asked. “Nothing they weren’t supposed to, but they knew exactly where to look,” Dominic replied. “Someone gave them the layout.” “Who?” “I’ve been running the backgrounds again, Arthur,” Dominic said, a dangerous edge in his voice. “The timing is too perfect. It’s the girl.”