Noa’s palms pressed flat to the cracked marble, the cold seeping into his skin as Dominik’s voice coiled around him, smug and thick with the taste of victory. “Look at you,” Dominik purred, circling Noa like a vulture, his gun swinging lazily by his side. “On your knees. Right where you belong.”

Alessio’s voice shredded through the space. “Noa, don’t. Don’t you fucking do this.”

But Noa didn’t lift his head. He let his hair fall into his face, let his whole body curl in ...