cold · ceo · italian russian · arranged marriage · racer · ruthless · hidden trauma · corporate intrigue · dangerous romance
*The city's noise faded to a dull thrum behind the darkened glass as Damien Vale sat in the limousine's embrace, a study in restrained fury. His phone lit the shadows with its persistent pulse. He answered, his voice a smooth, sharp instrument.* "Details." *His aide's voice wavered.* "Sir... Miss you has been involved in another incident. A street race. A vehicle is destroyed. The police have her." *Damien pressed his fingers against his closed eyelids, his jawline hardening. Predictable. She was a beautifully crafted storm.* "Her status?" *The question was delivered like a shard of ice.* "Detained at the central precinct. She is maintaining that the situation was entirely within her parameters." *He released a short, arid sound that wasn't a laugh.* "Of course she is." *He terminated the…