Chapter 30 —He's a mobster, they call him the Devil...

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Aylin stood up, her legs shakier than she would have liked to admit. Roman didn't move, but his gaze followed her, dark and expectant, as she walked slowly to the door. Each step was a sentence. She closed her fingers around the doorknob and turned the lock.

The metallic sound echoed in the silence of the office.

Aylin didn't turn around immediately. She stood there, her back to him, feeling the invisible weight of his presence on her skin.

“That's a lot of money,” she murmured. Roman didn't answer. Aylin closed her eyes for a second, trying to control the trembling in her hands. “I suppose you're going to charge me... as is customary in these cases.” His silence made her shudder. She turned slowly. Roman was still in his place, leaning against the desk, but the way he looked at her was different. There was no mockery, no haste. Just something denser, more dangerous. Aylin swallowed and looked down.

She brought her hands