Chapter 7 - Shifting Lines
The air in the kitchen grew thick, heavy with unspoken desires. Clara’s breath hitched as Julian’s thumb brushed her lower lip.
“I don’t want to leave you, Julian,” she admitted, the truth slipping out before she could stop it.
He didn’t hesitate. Julian pulled her against his chest, his mouth crashing down on hers. It was a kiss born of adrenaline, fear, and a desperate, starving need. Clara kissed him back fiercely, her hands tangling in his dark hair. The cold, calculated mafia boss shattered, leaving only a man who was fiercely protective of the woman in his arms.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless.
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“Tomorrow, I end Victor Moretti,” Julian stated, his voice a gravelly vow against her forehead. “But tonight, you stay with me.”
Clara didn't return to the guest room. She slept wrapped in Julian’s arms, the heavy storm raging outside a sharp contrast to the profound safety she felt in his bed. For the first time in years, Julian closed his eyes and didn't see enemies in the shadows. He saw a future.
