The door clicked shut behind Tony, and I stood frozen in my entryway, my thin pajama shorts suddenly feeling too revealing, too vulnerable. The apartnt air felt charged, electric with everything left unsaid.
"Katherine." Luca’s voice was soft behind . "Are you alright?"
I wasn’t. My hands trembled as I closed the door behind , and my heart pounded so loudly in my throat that I had trouble breathing. Tony had been devastated - his unbuttoned shirt, black circles underneath his green eyes, knuckles split and bloody. That was what I had done to him. Or maybe we had exchanged that damage.
"I need you to leave." The words ca out flat.
"What?" Luca moved closer to , his hand warmly touching my bare shoulder. "Katherine, you’re-"
"Please," I turned to face him, hugging myself. The oversized t-shirt didn’t conceal the way my body was shaking. "I need to be alone."
His dark eyes searched mine, and I saw the instant understanding dawn. "You still love him," he said.
"It doesn’t matter,"
"That’s the only thing that matters," Luca’s jaw clenched as the tendon rippled beneath his flesh. He was attractive - always had been in his tailored suits but standing there in my apartnt, I didn’t feel anything. No spark. No heat. Not even a spark of attraction. Just grateful that he had been kind to . "Katherine, I’ve been patient. I’ve given you space, ti, and respect. But I won’t be a placeholder for a man who can’t get his shit together.
"I’m not asking you to be"
"Well, then what am I?" His voice rose, frustration suddenly crashing his calm deanor. "What are we doing here? I have a key to your apartnt; we eat dinner together three tis a week, which ans sothing to - and then he shows up looking like he’s been through hell, you’re willing to..." He caught himself and ran his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, ssing it up. "Tell the truth. If Tony Marvin walked in that door right now and said ’co with ,’ would you go?"
My silence was answer enough.
"That’s what I thought," Luca said. He pulled the key to the apartnt out of his pocket and placed it on the counter beside the forgotten takeout. "I really like you, Katherine. Perhaps I might have loved you if I had had the chance. But I won’t compete with a ghost."
"Luca-"
"Keep working on the Torcano accounts. What I said about your brilliance? I ant every word." He headed towards the door, then stopped. "However, whatever is going on between us? Done. I want to be soone’s choice. You need to stop running from what you want."
He left, and the apartnt felt empty.
I collapsed onto the couch with the crumpled invitation underneath and allowed myself to entirely fall apart. Not the sowhat controlled tears before - this was full-blown, sobbing that shook every fiber in my body. The kind that was driven by losing it all and realizing that there was no one to point fingers at except yourself.
My phone vibrated with a text from Susan.
Ergency. I’m headed to your place... don’t argue.
She ca in twenty minutes later with wine, chocolate, and that kind of no-nonsense look that told that whatever truth she was about to dump on was definitely going to land.
"You look like death." She barged past and into the apartnt. "When was the last ti you ate sothing that didn’t co out of a takeout box?"
"Susan"
"Nope. Sit," she said and pointed to the couch. "We’re doing an intervention."
"I don’t need-"
"You love Tony Marvin. He loves you. You’re both miserable. But here you are anyway, stuck in this strange limbo state where you pretend to get on with Luca while Tony weds Ice Queen Barbie." Susan poured wine with the aggression of soone who was definitely planning on drinking her share.
"Well," she added. "Do tell. How does that make sense?"
"It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s about survival. "Sus," I took the wine glass with fingers still shaky. "There are people who want to kill . Real threats. The engagent to Victoria keeps Sterling’s n on guard over ."
"So you’re just going to let him marry her? Let yourself be with Luca or whoever else while the man you love suffers?"
"What choice do I have?" My voice was shaky. "Love him and die, or let him go and live?"
"Or option three - you fight." Susan’s hands grasped my shoulders, her brown eyes blazing. "You fight for what you want instead of letting powerful n make decisions about your life. You’re Katherine fucking Blaire. You graduated top of your class, raised your brother alone, and survived kidnapping and death threats. When did you beco soone who gives up?"
"I’m not giving up," She continued. "I’m being practical.
"You’re acting like a coward." The words stung. "And I say that with love, but Kat, you’re letting fear dictate your choices. Just like Tony is. You two are so caught up in protecting each other that you’re destroying each other in the process."
Before I could respond, my apartnt door burst open.
Two n in black operational gear barged in, guns upraised, with military precision. I scread, wine glass flying out of my hand as Susan pulled backwards.
"Get behind !" Susan’s voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed her fear.
The n moved forward, and I was able to see their faces - professional, calculating, and remote. These weren’t just random thugs. These were the hitn that Thomas had warned about.
"Katherine Blaire." The taller one’s voice was calm. "You must co with us. If you resist, your friend will be hard."
"Run!" Susan pushed towards the bedroom. "Go!"
But I couldn’t leave her. Wouldn’t abandon my best friend to-
The gunshot was deafening in the small space.
Susan dropped.
I scread, lunging for her, but rough hands grabbed from behind.
A cloth pressed over my mouth and nose, chemical-sweet and suffocating. The room spun, darkened, and the last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was Susan’s body on my apartnt floor, her blood spreading across the hardwood.
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