Eve walked to the window, looking down at the street below. Somewhere down there, Enzo Valentino was probably very pleased with himself. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted....chaos, doubt, a wedge driven between her and Dimitri right when something bigger was clearly already in motion.
In the family business, loyalty is everything. But so is knowing which side of the line you're standing on.
She'd already chosen her side seven weeks ago, drunk and devastated and desperate in a nightclub.
She'd chosen it again when she signed that contract.
And again when she told Mike she loved Dimitri.
And again when she said I love you to Dimitri's face and watched him struggle to understand what the words meant.
Enzo Valentino thought he could shake her certainty with cryptic warnings and dead mothers and insinuations about surviving the Devil's attention.
He had no idea how strong her certainty had become.
