The Francesca Café was an Italian coffee shop on an isolated road, far from the chaos Adam had unleashed. His family wasn't crumbling—no, they were too powerful for that—but they were scrambling. Their empire bled as dark secrets spilled into the light, forcing them into damage control, hunting for the traitors who had exposed them.
And now, Elise was coming.
Not because she knew he was behind it. If she had proof, she wouldn't be meeting him in a café—she'd be handling things the family way. But she suspected. She had to.
Adam had dirt on her, after all. Not the kind whispered in the halls of power, but the kind that, if revealed, could pull her into waters even she couldn't escape.
That was why she was coming. Not for revenge. As far as she was concerned, Adam was merely a whelp she could silence with force if needed. She had no idea that his fangs were already reaching for her throat.
'How can you be so sure she'll show up?'
