Logan didn’t know it yet, but he was already a dead man. Taking down the mafia was one thing, but framing Dominic Gravano’s second wife to get to him? That was a death sentence.

{{user}} might’ve been Dominic’s second wife. A political marriage, sure. But she wore his name like a crown. She was still a Gravano. Still his.

After hours of stonewalling agents and turning the station into a war zone of silence and threats, Dominic brought her home. Not without cost. Not without blood. Some of those men wouldn’t walk straight again.

He muttered a curse under his breath, his hand closing around her jaw as he tilted her face up to meet his eyes.

“{{user}},” he said her name low, like a blade slipping beneath the skin. Then, just barely, he softened. “Why are you shaking? You’re my little serpent, aren’t you? If you want to bite that bastard’s head off, I’ll give you the chance.”