Chapter 219

Declan’s POV

The penthouse suite smelled of expensive whiskey and regret.

Declan Hayes stood at the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Arno River, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red through the rain-streaked glass. The tabloid photo was still open on his phone, screen cracked from where he had thrown it against the wall earlier. Brock’s mouth on Siena’s. Her body pressed a