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My breath gets caught.
My throat closes and the room narrows to just her form.
“I did. Mychoice. You don’t get to tell me you’re mad or sad about how I piecedmyselfback together.”
She sniffles, taking a breath as she reels herself back in. She looks around the room, her gaze sweeping every bit of her I’ve saved. Everything I asked my men to bring me. Every piece of her I stole.
Her eyes sweeping the room like that causes a deep shadow of shame to cascade over me.
She exhales, her posture strong, tall as she gathers herself. She nods at me.
Simple.
Calm.
“Keep your shrine. I already burned mine down.”
She leaves taking everything I needed with her.
Chapter 24
Angelo
She’s already in the kitchen when I come in, standing at the counter with her back to me. Her hair’s tied up, messy from sleep, but she looks…fuck,she looks gorgeous.
Not the sharp, suited version of Adriana in tailored slacks and silk blouses.
No, this is something softer. Simpler.Real.
She’s in a pair of shorts that show off the length of her legs—those goddamn thighs I’ve thought about too many times—and a t-shirt that’s too big to be hers.
Something tight coils in my chest.
Whose shirt is that?
I’m on my phone, trying not to stare, failing miserably.
“I made coffee,” I say casually, like my heart isn’t hammering.
I test her mood, see if she’s still upset from yesterday. “Your breakfast is in the microwave.”
She opens it, pulls out the plate. Grabs the coffee.
Still hasn’t looked at me.
I’ve never wanted someone’s attention more.
She adds sugar, stirs slowly. Deliberate.
I glance up from my phone, eyes lingering on her again before I speak. “Have you thought about starting over at the loft?”
Nothing.
She keeps stirring.
Silence digs into my ribs like a blade.
I force out a laugh, dry and bitter. “Are we being toddlers now?”
