Chapter 10 - The Unlikely Cure
Three weeks later, the Rossi estate was quiet again. The shattered windows had been replaced, the marble scrubbed clean, and lemon polish once more masked the metallic scent of old violence.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the master suite, watching the morning sun break over the majestic mountain ridge. My rusted sedan was long gone, replaced by a sleek, top-of-the-line European SUV parked outside the wrought-iron gates. My rent was paid—not just for Monday, but for the next five years.
Footsteps approached softly across the Persian rug. Strong, warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me gently back against a solid, familiar chest. Dominic rested his chin on my shoulder, his right arm now completely free of its brace and fully healed, save for a faint, clean scar.
“You’re staring at the driveway again,” Dominic murmured, his voice low and vibrating against my back. “Missing your old life?”
“I’m admiring my investment portfolio,” I corrected smoothly, leaning back into his embrace with a quiet smile. “And making sure nobody is trying to poison your water pitcher.”
Dominic chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. “The kitchens are secure. And the Moretti family has officially signed over their entire northern shipping empire to the Rossi syndicate. Which means I can afford to keep my favorite emergency room nurse around permanently.”
I turned around in his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck and looking up into those dark, intense eyes that had terrified me the day I walked through his door.
“Is that a job offer, Mr. Rossi?”
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“It’s a life sentence,” Dominic whispered, his lips curving into a slow, dangerous, utterly devoted smile. “And this time, you don't get to quit.”
“Good,” I whispered back, pulling him down into a kiss. “Because the pay is fantastic.”
