CHAPTER NINETEEN

NADIA

“Come here,” He repeated, his voice was much calmer this time but it was laced with an edge that made my stomach twist.

My body reacted before my mind could protest. It wanted this, and I wanted this moment with him against all better judgment. But I knew better.

I wasn’t blind to the kind of person Alex was. To him and his twin, Sandro, girls were disposable. We were toys to play with, discard, and forget. Hoping for anything more with them was beyond foolish, and I frowned at how insane the thought was.

Yet, I found myself standing in front of him.

His green eyes...