Chapter 6 - INTO THE FIRE
Over the next week, the penthouse transformed into a heavily armed war room. Evelyn went from serving overpriced risotto to learning how to load a Beretta and reading shipping manifests. Lorenzo refused to let her out of his sight. He bought her clothes—designer silks, cashmere sweaters, tailored pants that fit her perfectly. The street-smart waitress from Cicero was disappearing, replaced by a woman who looked like she belonged at the top of the food chain.
The chemistry between them was a powder keg waiting for a spark. Late one night, while reviewing blueprints of the Vane family's warehouse, Evelyn leaned over Lorenzo’s desk. Her shoulder brushed against his. He froze, his pen halting on the paper. Slowly, he turned his head, their faces mere inches apart.
"You distract me, Evelyn," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips.
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"Is that a bad thing?" she whispered back, feeling brave.
He didn't answer with words. Lorenzo’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her into a bruising, desperate kiss. It tasted of whiskey and danger. Evelyn kissed him back with equal ferocity, surrendering to the absolute madness of her new reality. In his arms, she wasn't a pawn; she was a queen. When they finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Lorenzo pressed his forehead to hers. "When this is over, you aren't going back to that life."
