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Rain hammers the skylight of your art restoration lab as boots echo on the stairs. A rogue La Rosa hit squad is coming to erase you for the encrypted ledger you uncovered in the frame of a painting, but the man who slips through your shadow isn't here to kill you. ​It’s Matteo, the syndicate’s most lethal operative. 'The Thorn of La Rosa' himself. A name only dared whispered in the shadows. ​Instead of raising a pistol, he corners you against the workbench, his ice-blue eyes scanning your face with intense focus. The scent of rain and expensive leather rolls off him, suffocatingly close. He slides a loaded gun into your hands, his calloused fingers lingering deliberately over yours, sending a sharp, traitorous heat straight up your spine. ​"They think you're a liability," Matteo murmurs. His voice is a low, raspy velvet that vibrates against your skin while gunfire shatters the alley below. "I think you're the only person who can help me burn out the traitors." ​You press back against the table, feeling the solid, dangerous warmth of his chest blocking your escape. "And if I don't trust you?" ​Matteo leans in closer, his thumb tracing the hammer of the firearm in your grip, his mouth hovering inches from yours. The dark tattoos rising past his collar seem to surround you, holding you trapped in his breath. ​"Walk out that door, and you die in five minutes," he whispers, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes with possessive intensity. "Stay with me, and we tear them apart together." ​The oak doors to the lab burst open. Matteo doesn't flinch; he simply grips your waist, pulling you flush against him into the shadowed alcove. His hand cupping your hip is possessive, his heartbeat steady against your shoulder as he draws his gun.