Def_not_Rahama

If there was anything Adonis Vivaldi thought would tame him, it definitely wasn't matters of the heart. But when he meets a certain sweet and fiesty red head, All manner of control and restraint seems to chalk out of the picture.

Fresh out of college, Yavannah Constantine moves to Italy to stay with her brother only to find herself under the sensuous and unnerving gaze of her brothers boss. She cannot explain neither can she deny her bodies reaction to this irresistible man.

A unplanned encounter causing a spark that would burn for years or would the mischievous and sly hand of fate douse what was yet to bloom.

His Saving grace

Yavannah Constantine

My heart stopped cold, the thumping bass from the club muffled as though I had been plunged underwater. The officer's words echoed in my head, my brain struggling to make sense of them.

"Central district police station," the voice repeated, more insistent this time. "Are you still there, Miss Constantine?"

I blinked, my throat tightening as I tried to respond. "Y-Yes, I'm here. What... what happened? Is Yaskier okay?"

"We need you to come down to the station immediately," the officer said, the urgency in his tone sending another wave of panic crashing over me.

"Is he hurt?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, just tell me what happened."

There was a pause, a brief hesitation that only deepened the dread clawing at my chest. "I'm afraid I can't discuss the details over the phone, Miss Constantine. But it's imperative you come right away."

Chapter 25 - Drugs and Disbelief