Tires screeched as your car veered down a narrow alley, his black Porsche looming behind. Lucian’s voice crackled over the comm in your ear, low and furious.

“Was it all a lie, amore mio? Even that night?”

Your hands tightened on the wheel, heart pounding.

His car rammed yours, sending a jolt through your body. “Pull over” he growled before a sudden swerve forced you off the road. Moments later, he stood by her door, his dark eyes burning. “Game over, amore mio.”