LISA’S POV
Power doesn’t protect you from bleeding.
I learned that the hard way.
The sharp sting still pulsed beneath my ribs as I leaned against the penthouse door, the attack barely an hour old, blood still drying beneath my silk blouse.
Tony sent a man after me.
He missed my heart by two inches.
Amateur.
If he wanted me dead, he should’ve sent someone better, maybe a sniper.
Liam’s face had gone white when he saw me stumble in, clutching my side, breath ragged but steady. The fear in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re bleeding,” he whispered, rushing to catch me as my knees buckled.
“I’m alive,” I corrected, brushing him off as gently as I could.
But my hands trembled as I peeled back my blouse to reveal the wound—clean, shallow, but a warning shot nonetheless.
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