Ava’s pulse pounds in her ears as Rafael’s words linger in the air. How far was she willing to go? She already knew the answer—whatever it takes. But trusting him? That was another battle altogether.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**Arms crossed, chin raised**
And what exactly do you get out of this?
Rafael DeLuca(ML)
**Smirks, stepping closer**
Damian’s empire crumbling at my feet. Just like you want.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
I don’t need you for that.
**Narrows her eyes**
Rafael DeLuca(ML)
**Chuckles, dark amusement in his eyes**
You sure? Because from where I stand, you’re alone, desperate, and reckless.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**Clenching her jaw, refusing to let his words sink in.**
He wasn’t wrong—but she’d rather die than admit it.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
I’d rather burn with my revenge than sell my soul to another devil. **coldly**
Rafael DeLuca(ML)
Who said anything about selling? **in low voice**
Rafael DeLuca(ML)
**Leans forward, voice like a whisper of danger**
I’m offering you a partnership, Ava. One that ends with Moretti at our feet.
Silence stretches between them. Rafael watches her, waiting. her mind races
Ava Sinclair(FL)
~Was this a trap? A game? Or… I just best shot at revenge?~(thinking)
Ava Sinclair(FL)
I don’t trust you.
Rafael DeLuca(ML)
**Grins, stepping back**
Good. That means we’re getting somewhere.
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