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Aldo beans down to kiss me before muttering a curse and he pounds into me with ruthless intensity, chasing his own release. And as the night falls around us, we lose ourselves in the dark embrace of forbidden desires, chasing away the ghosts of betrayal with the fire of our intertwined bodies.

Chapter 14

My hands tremble as I slice open the seal of the nondescript package that now sits like a coiled viper on my desk. I found it waiting for me on my desk, which makes me wonder who left it here. There are only a few who can access my office without me. Suspicion rising, I peel the large envelope open, letting the contents flutter to my desk below, my heart hammering against my ribcage, an erratic drum beating in the silence of my dimly lit office.

Photographs spill out in a cascade of treachery—snapshots of clandestine meetings, secrets exchanged, faces of those I trusted caught in the act of deception. A frigid chill runs down my spine as I sift through the evidence, the perfidious dance of the Romano's true intentions laid bare before me. With every image and scrawled note, the walls of loyalty I've built crumble into dust, betrayal sinking its venomous fangs deep into my flesh.

I draw in a sharp breath, the scent of ink and duplicity assaulting my senses. My mind reels, piecing together the lies and subterfuge while my pulse throbs in my ears. They have played me for a fool, and the sting of it ignites a wildfire in my veins.

"Damn you, Aldo," I whisper to the empty room, my voice a serrated blade cutting through the air.

Rage coils within me, tight and hot, as I storm through the corridors of my home—a place once filled with camaraderie and trust, now tainted by shadows and doubt. The sound of my heels striking the floorboards is a rhythm heralding war.

Aldo is lounging in my living room, the picture of ease amidst the chaos his treachery has wrought. He doesn't notice my approach; he's too busy laughing at something on his phone. The sight of his carefree demeanor fans the flames of my anger, and I seize him by the collar, yanking him to face the fury in my eyes.

"What is this?" I demand, shoving the incriminating photographs into his chest. "Explain yourself, right now!"

Aldo's face pales, his usual smooth composure crumbling as he glances at the evidence scattered between us. For a moment, he resembles a cornered animal, but when he speaks, his voice is laced with desperation.

"Sloane, I can explain—" he starts, but I cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"Save it," I spit, venom seeping from my words. "I want the truth, Aldo. Were you ever loyal to me, or was it all just a game?"

He opens his mouth, then closes it, struggling to formulate a response that might soothe the tempest raging inside me. But I see it in his eyes—the guilt, the fear. It's the look of a man who knows he's been caught, and there's no escaping the reckoning at hand.

"Talk," I command, my tone brokering no argument. "And it had better be good."

Aldo swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he braces himself to unveil the depths of his betrayal.

"They have my sister," he whispers, the words trembling out of him. "If I didn't do what they asked, they'd kill her." The room is heavy with betrayal, pulsing like a wound. Aldo's confession hangs between us, vile and thick as tar.

"So you've been selling O'Neil secrets to Maria." I feel the fury boiling in my veins, coursing through me with a venomous heat that threatens to consume everything in its wake. But beneath the anger, there's an icy shard of fear—for him, for his family. Because despite everything, I know all too well what it's like to have the ones you love turned into weapons against you.

I let out a frustrated groan. My heart is a battleground where empathy wars with outrage. "Why didn't you come to me? We could have fought them together."

"Because I couldn't risk it, Sloane. Not with Lily's life hanging in the balance." His eyes are pools of despair, begging for forgiveness I'm not sure I can give.

I clench my fists, feeling the weight of leadership pressing down on me. It's a crown of thorns, each decision drawing blood. But I won't let Maria and her gang take any more from those I've sworn to protect.

"Listen to me very carefully," I begin, my voice steel wrapped in velvet. "We're going to fix this mess. And when we do, you'll owe me a debt so deep, you'll spend the rest of your life repaying it."

Aldo nods, the relief mingling with something else—a renewed loyalty forged in the crucible of this dark moment. It's twisted, but it's true; sometimes trust is strongest when it survives the flames of betrayal.

Chapter 15

My hand trembles with the aftershocks of adrenaline as I press the button to call Liam.

“Liam.”

"Are you home?" My words come out sharper than I intended, the let down from the adrenaline rush leaving me gasping.

Liam’s voice shifts and I can practically hear his eyes narrowing in uncertainty. "Yes, why?"

"I'll be there in five," I answer before I end the call.

Four minutes later, I’m standing at the door to Liam’s apartment, having broken a few traffic laws to get here as fast as I did. I raise my hand to the nondescript black door of Liam's apartment, my knuckles barely grazing the wood before I let them fall. I can't quite bring myself to knock, not yet. Betrayal courses through my veins like ice, Aldo and Maria's deceitful faces branded behind my eyelids. The world shifts beneath my feet, and I'm caught in a storm of my own making.

"Come on, Sloane," I whisper to myself. My voice is a broken thing, fragile as the last leaf clinging to a winter branch. Finally, I rap sharply on the door, my heart hammering against my ribs.

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