Chapter 34 · To Partners

A red laser dot sat right over Danny’s bedroom curtain. Pea-sized. Steady as a heartbeat.

Under the photo, one line:

*One drink. Come alone. Bring the page.*

I stared at the burner screen. It took me four seconds to text back *Yes*.

Dominic took ten minutes to tear the room apart.

"No," he snarled, slamming both palms onto the steel worktable. His jaw was locked so hard the tendon jumped. "You don't walk into his den, Mara. Period."

"He'll blow Danny's head off if I don't show."

"He'll blow it off the second you walk through the door!"

"Then listen in." I shoved my palm into his chest, right over his collarbone, feeling the furious heat radiating off his skin. "Your rule, Dominic. Anything with Victor, you stay in my ear. Give me the damn bug."

He hated me using his own words against him. His eyes burned into mine, ruthless and wild, before he slapped the tiny flesh-toned earpiece into my palm. His fingers clamped around mine—hard, hot, rough as hell—