The safehouse was nothing like Bella expected.
No grand estate. No towering gates.
Just a sleek, modern hideout nestled deep in the woods, completely off the grid.
Damien pulled the car to a stop and turned to her. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that made her pulse skip.
"This is where you'll stay," he said.
Bella shook her head. "And what about you?"
"I'll handle Morelli."
A cold wave of fear crashed over her. "Damien, you don't get it. He doesn't just want to kill you—he wants to destroy you."
A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. "Then he's going to be very disappointed."
Before she could respond, Damien reached for her. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Do you trust me?" he murmured.
Bella swallowed hard. "I don't know."
His thumb brushed against her lower lip, his touch sending heat straight through her.
"Then let me make you sure."
He kissed her—slow, deep, possessive.
And in that moment, she knew.
She wasn't just in hiding.
She was his.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
And there was no turning back.