The atelier's ground floor was already chaos. The classical music had stopped. Several large men in black overcoats had every exit locked down.

And in the middle of the hall, sitting on the leather sofa, was a man.

He had disheveled brown hair, head slightly bowed, turning a sleek silver butterfly knife through his fingers.

He heard the heels. He looked up.

He was younger than I'd expected, almost disturbingly pale, but the face was extraordinary, and what you couldn't look away from was the eyes.

Dark green, like something that watched you from low in the water.

Elton Ricci. Don of the Ricci family.

“Miss Ashford.” He closed the butterfly knife with a clean metallic snap. He stood, smoothed the front of his jacket with unhurried hands, and walked toward me.

Leo came down the stairs fast. Marciano men drew instantly, guns leveled at Elton.

“Elton. This is Manhattan, not your turf in Queens.” Leo's voice carried controlled menace. “Take your people and go. Nobody walks out of here tonight if you don't.”

Elton didn't look at Leo once. His attention didn't leave me until he'd stopped one step away. He bent slightly, took my right hand with something almost like manners, and pressed his lips to my fingertips. Cold as a blade.

“I heard Miss Ashford has an engagement party tomorrow. What a pity — your groom is a crude, tasteless brute.” He lifted his eyes, green and amused. “Why not consider a different groom? Me, for instance.”

“Get your hands off her, Elton.”

Click.

Leo had his gun out and chambered. The Marciano and Ricci men found each other's heads in an instant. The room tasted like gunpowder.

Alice, wrapped in Leo's suit jacket, drifted down the stairs. She moved to Leo's side, bit her lip, tugged at his sleeve, and her voice carried clearly across the hall:

“Leo, don't let them fool you. Charlotte just came at me upstairs over a dress, and now the Riccis show up out of nowhere? This isn't a coincidence.”

“She knew Ricci was your enemy. She conspired this with him just to humiliate you. Charlotte, even if you want to force Leo's hand, you can't do it by handing the Marciano name to an outsider.”

I pulled my hand quietly out of Elton's. I could still feel the cold from his skin against my palm. I didn't step back. I held Elton's gaze, those green eyes watching me like he was deciding how much I was worth.

“Mr. Ricci,” I said. “Are you serious, or are you just here to make trouble for Marciano?”

“The Ashford shipping routes through Europe are exactly what I need right now. And you, Miss Ashford, a woman like you deserves the most exquisite crown, not a life as collateral for someone else's problem.”

Elton tilted his head. The dangerous light in his eyes shifted. “Say yes. Tomorrow's engagement party happens with me as the groom. Every Ashford debt disappears from the New York books tonight.”

I caught Leo's face in my peripheral vision. The color had left it. Not from fear, he was too arrogant for that. His authority was being insulted, and that was the only thing that mattered to him. In his head, this was still a canary throwing a fit in its cage.

“Charlotte. Come here.” Leo stepped forward, gun still on Elton, but those bloodshot grey eyes locked onto me.

He still thought he had all of it in his hands. “Don't make me say it twice. You threw a tantrum, you put your hands on Alice, you tore the dress. I can write all of that off as female jealousy, nothing serious. But don't use the Riccis to test my limits.

“That kind of game stops being cute very fast. Walk over here. Come home with me. The wedding goes ahead tomorrow. Ashford's money arrives next month. That's my last offer. Don't be foolish enough to turn it down.”

There he was, still talking to me like I was something he was doing a favor for, still convinced I was the same small, manageable thing he'd always been able to push around.

I looked at his outstretched hand. I took one step back. Let it find nothing.

And in the shock on Leo Marciano's face, I reached out and took Elton's arm.

Elton pulled me in close. His hand settled flat against my lower back beneath the thin fabric of my gown. A heavy, possessive warmth seeped into my skin.

“It seems Miss Ashford has made the smarter choice.” Elton raised an eyebrow at Leo.

“Charlotte!” Leo moved a step toward me, gun shifting, pointed at my forehead now. “You're pulling this stunt to get at me? Drop him. Or I put you down right now.”

The armored floor-to-ceiling windows of the atelier shattered simultaneously, hammers swinging in all at once. Dozens of red laser dots bloomed in the dark and found the center of Leo's forehead, and every Marciano man's forehead, and held there.

Outside, scores of heavy black SUVs had sealed the block. The Ricci family's elite force had already reversed control of the entire street.

“Leo, can we just go, I'm scared,” Alice was pulling at Leo from behind, tears running. “She's not worth it. Don't risk yourself for a traitor—”

Leo's eyes were fixed on the arm I'd taken, like he wanted to burn a hole through my skin. The hand holding his gun had a small tremor in it. Humiliation and that feral need to own what he'd decided was his had finally broken the surface.

I stood in the sights of his gun, leaning against Elton, wearing something that would pass for a polite smile.

“Eight o'clock tomorrow night. The Waldorf Astoria.”

“Mr. Marciano, you're welcome to attend my engagement party with Elton.”