Chapter 128

Sofia. The world outside the bedroom was cold. Too fucking cold. The warmth of my men, the haze of pleasure, the slow, sensual unraveling of my body in their hands—all of it was gone. In its place, there was only steel. I moved on autopilot. Stepping away from the bedroom, away from the sheets still stained with our sins. Away from the way their hands had worshipped me just hours ago. Now, there was only rage. I handed Luca his phone back, my grip steady despite the inferno burning beneath my skin. I could feel them behind me—Nikolai, Nadei, Nial. Their energy had shifted, the teasing, the possessiveness, the warmth—all of it had hardened into something lethal. They were ready to end this once and for all. Good. So was I. I turned to face Luca fully. “Where?” I asked, my voice sharp. Clipped. No softness left. He hesitated. “Sofia—” “Where?” I snapped. Luca exhaled heavily, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “Warehouse. East side of the city. Near the docks. It’s Sokolov’s, but the