Chapter 116

• Chapter 116
• The ride home was silent, but it wasn’t peace. It was the kind of silence that pressed heavy against Selena’s chest, that made her more aware of her own heartbeat than of the city lights flickering past outside the tinted windows.
• She sat between them, stiff-backed, her hands gripping the hem of her dress. The Don hadn’t let go of her wrist since they left Ferraro’s estate. His hold wasn’t rough, but it was absolute. Possession disguised as reassurance. Rafe, on her other side, lounged like the whole night had been a comedy show instead of a dance with death, one ankle propped on his knee, his grin lazy but sharp.