~LAUREN'S POV~

The private jet touched down in Geneva just after dawn, the Swiss mountains rising majestically in the distance.

I'd barely slept during the flight, my mind racing with everything I'd learned about Alexandro over the past twenty-four hours.

The revelations about his past should have sent me running, yet here I was, thousands of miles from home, diving deeper into his dangerous world.

Alexandro had been quiet during most of the flight, making calls in rapid Spanish and Italian that I couldn't follow.

The tension radiating from him was noticeable, his usual controlled demeanor fraying slightly at the edges.

Only once did he reach for my hand, squeezing...