Elira’s POV

The savage adrenaline from the street fight and sinful encounter back at the alley quickly evaporated, leaving nothing but a cold sense of shame and urgency.

I didn't waste time on regret.

I focused only on the mission. Aiden drove us away from the club’s noise and towards some quiet warehouse of the inner suburbs.

"Where exactly are we going, Calderone?" I asked sharply as I attempted to adjust my torn, grime-covered suit jacket.

Sigh.

The jerk ruined it, it was no use.

"My personal hideout," Aiden gave a short reply, not taking his eyes from the road. It suddenly felt like we'd die if he took his...