Even with Pierce standing directly in front of me, Dominic’s eyes never left my face.
It was infuriating.
Like my brothers weren’t even there.
Like nobody else existed.
Like he could somehow look through them and still reach me.
Ford stepped forward, folding his arms across his chest.
“You don’t want to cause a scene like the last time.”
The last time.
The Met Gala after-party.
The memory flashed through my mind immediately.
Dominic’s jaw tightened.
“Please,” he said.
His voice sounded rough.
Desperate.
“I need to talk to you.”
He wasn’t looking at anyone else but me.
Always me.
And for some reason that made me angrier than anything else.
Because he didn't even look at me like that five years ago.
Then suddenly another voice cut through everything.
“I won’t let you walk
