Giovanni’s POV

We arrived at the President’s wife’s birthday party, and the sight before me screamed wealth and power. Expensive cars lined the driveway like a parade of authority—each one gleaming under the golden lights that spilled from the grand entrance. The air smelled of roses and money.

Gray came around to my side of the car, his tall frame illuminated by the warm glow from the chandeliers inside the hall. He opened the door and extended his hand toward me with that quiet, ...