The Kingpin's Captive

ned, replaying the brief flicker of vulnerability she'd caught in his gaze. There was something deeper within him, something more than the

ar her head, but her thoughts kept circling bac

, though his eyes were hard, unreadable. He was dressed in black from head to toe-suit jacket perfectly tailored, shirt slightly op

t the urge to shrink away from him. She was no longer afraid of him-not in the way she had been when she first arrived. But

ed, trying to mask the slight t

window, his back turned to her. His posture was rigid, but

" he finally asked, his voice low

boss who would tear apart anyone who crossed him. This was a man, raw and unce

she asked cautious

ing in his eyes-something she hadn't seen before. "You look at me, and I know what you see.

where she was, but her curiosity pushed her to do the unthinkable-ask the

closer, the words almost feeling like a dare. "There

surprise and something darker. "

er voice gaining strength. "But I won't pretend I know what that i

vulnerability in his eyes that was rare, and for a second, she wondered if he wou

vulnerability disappeared, replaced by th

," he said, his voice steady once more.

m capable of," she shot bac

left unsaid. And then Viktor moved, crossing the room to stand in fr

ow and serious. "And once you see what I'm capable of, there's no going bac

no idea what he meant, but she knew this m

, her voice steady even th

And then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed her wrist, his

ttered, almost to himself. "You should'

an undercurrent of something almost protective, that kept her still. She didn't know wh

ent of polished wood and leather. Viktor's grip on her wrist was unyi

ogany, the only light coming from a flickering lamp in the corner. Viktor didn't speak

was ever meant for anything but business. But what drew Sienna's attention was th

r. Instead, he stepped i

g to the mess of papers, "is wha

w dangerous her investigation into Viktor's past could be. She was in

Viktor?" she asked,

at her, his ex

nd out soo