DOMENICO

I should have been upstairs putting on my suit. The meeting this morning was important... contracts, alliances, men who thought they could stand on the same level as me. But the second I saw her, all of that turned to dust.

Reina was at the dining table, legs crossed under that tiny slip of a dress, pretending to eat breakfast while she kept sneaking glances at me. She was trying to look innocent, but her eyes gave her away. They were taunting me, daring me to come take what I knew belonged to me.

I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I was standing over her.

Her fork clinked...