No one had ever asked her that. Not Enzo, who saw her as the mother of his children. Not her father, who saw her as a capable lieutenant. The question hung in the air, heavier than the scent of his cologne—cedar and something metallic, like lightning before a storm.
"I want to show you," he murmured, his breath warm on the nape of her neck, "what happens when you stop negotiating." Blacked - Malena Nazionale - Once In A Lifetime...
She knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical weight, that she would leave before he woke. She would walk back through the sleeping city, re-enter her gilded cage, kiss Enzo on the cheek, and pour cereal for her children. The negotiation would resume. The tapestry would be rewoven. No one had ever asked her that