The entire restaurant was laughing at my expense when my cruel ex asked who could ever love a woman like me. Seconds later, the most feared man in the city rose from his table, crossed the room, and kissed me in front of everyone—and what I discovered afterward made that kiss even more shocking.

Vincent stopped inches from me, just as he had inside. The city lights reflected off the sharp angles of his face, casting deep shadows beneath his cheekbones.

“I wasn’t trying to save you from him,” Vincent said quietly.

“Then why kiss me?” I demanded, tears finally spilling over my lashes, hot against my cold skin. “Why touch me like that in front of everyone?”

“Because they believed humiliating you made them important,” Vincent said, his voice dropping so low I had to lean in to hear it over the street traffic. “And because no one in that room was smart enough to realize that the man insulting you was standing in the presence of something he was far too small to ever understand.”

“That’s just poetic nonsense!” I choked out. “It was pity!”

Vincent leaned down, his face inches from mine. His storm-gray eyes were ablaze with a quiet, terrifying fire.

“If pity were the reason, Emily,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, “I would have shot him where he stood. And I certainly wouldn’t have spent the last six months waiting for an excuse to do what I just did.”

My throat locked. The breath left my lungs all at once.

Six months.

Before I could process his words, a man in a dark suit hurried out of the restaurant’s side entrance, holding an iPad in a leather case. “Boss,” he said nervously, his eyes darting to me briefly before fixing on Vincent. “We have a situation. The video from Table 6… it’s already been uploaded to a local blog. It’s went viral on X and Facebook. It’s hit two million views in twenty minutes.”

Vincent didn’t even glance at the tablet. His eyes remained locked on mine, steady, unreadable, and devastatingly intense.

“Delete the server backups,” Vincent commanded casually to his assistant, without breaking eye contact with me. “Leave the internet uploads alone.”

“Boss?” the assistant asked, surprised. “You want it to stay up?”

“Let them watch,” Vincent said smoothly.

He stepped back, opening the car door himself this time. He looked at me one last time, his gaze lingering on my lips before rising to meet my eyes.

“Get in the car, Emily,” he said softly.

“What? No!” I took a step back. “I’m not getting in your car! I have a shift to finish—”

“Marcus fired you three minutes ago,” Vincent interrupted, his tone completely matter-of-fact. “He didn’t like the publicity. Your belongings are already in a trash bag by the kitchen door. And your mother’s hospital bill at St. Jude’s was paid in full at 7:45 PM tonight.”

My heart stopped. “How… how do you know about my mother?”

Vincent didn’t answer directly. He simply stood by the open door, holding out his hand—not as a command, but as an offering.

“You can walk home in the cold and deal with the media circus that is currently waiting at your apartment building,” Vincent said quietly, “or you can get in the car, let me feed you a real dinner, and let me explain why your life is never going to be the same again.”

I looked at his outstretched hand. The hand of a man feared by the entire city. The hand that had just gently held my face while he kissed me in front of the people who had spent my entire life telling me I was worthless.

I remembered the way he had looked at me every Tuesday morning—not at my uniform, not at my body, but at me.

With a trembling breath, I reached out and placed my hand in his.

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