Chapter 5 - THE LINGUIST'S WAR
Hunter agreed to help, driven by a dormant need for justice and the undeniable, dangerous spark between her and the Don. She became Cain's shadow. During high-stakes meetings with international cartels, she posed as his silent companion, serving drinks while secretly deciphering Arabic whispers and French murmurs, feeding Cain the true intentions of his rivals.
Late at night, in the dim light of his study, they poured over wiretaps. The silence between them began to shift. It was no longer the silence of suspicion, but of shared burdens. Cain told her how he had inherited the family after his brother was murdered, how the crown was a shackle.
"You speak five languages," Cain murmured one night, pouring her a glass of wine, his hand brushing hers. "But you use silence as a shield. Just like I do."
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"When you speak," Hunter whispered, looking up at his scarred, handsome face, "people know how to hurt you."
"I would never hurt you, Hunter," he vowed, the intensity in his eyes making her breath hitch.
