Razor Power didn’t make me softer. It made me dangerous. More territory. More money. More eyes waiting for me to fail.
I learnt fast that survival meant control—emotional distance, locked doors, no attachments. Then Tristan Hale-Fitzroy came back. Rich. Beautiful. Irresistible.
Still looking at me as if I was something he wanted, not something he should fear. I knew exactly what he’d cost me last time. I wanted him anyway. This wasn’t a fling anymore. It was obsession.
We crossed lines I couldn’t uncross—dirty nights blurring into need, desire cutting deeper every time I touched him. I broke my own rules for him. And in my world, weaknesses don’t go unnoticed.
Tristan I rebuilt myself on ambition and restraint. Pupillage. Prestige. A future I’d fought to earn. Razor Slade was meant to be a mistake I’d survived. A dangerous man I’d left behind.
But some loves don’t fade. They wait. He was darker now. More powerful. More possessive. Everything I shouldn’t want, yet the only thing making me feel alive.
I told myself I could handle it this time. That I could keep my heart separate from the fire. I was wrong. Because desire isn’t safe.
And loving a man like Razor doesn’t just consume you—it corrupts you. This wasn’t a second chance. It was a surrender.
