DOMINIC
I parked right in front of the NYPD and sat there for a long moment, watching people drift in and out through the glass doors.
My palms were slick against the steering wheel. I wiped them on my pants and I could feel my pulse pounding at the base of my neck.
One breath in.
One breath out.
Since Olivia sent that audacious message telling me to go to hell, even after Vivienne took those photos and showed her, I’d been seeing red.
But now? Now I’d end this.
Did they really think I was bluffing?
Did Dante and his little tramp honestly believe I wouldn’t burn everything down? That I wouldn’t expose his dark schemes?
I reached for the thick manila file on the passenger seat, the one filled with the photos and stepped out of my car.
I straightened my jacket and walked toward th
