"For Dominic's child, of course."
"Alright," I said.
Calmly.
Without hesitation.
The word fell from my lips as easily as breathing.
Dominic's expression darkened immediately, his brows drawing together. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes before his voice cut in, cold and firm.
"We'll talk about that later."
For a split second, a flicker of jealousy crossed Celeste's face.
It was gone just as quickly.
The three of us walked out together and got into the car. An enforcer held the door, eyes forward, seeing nothing. Dominic started the engine.
Then he turned on the music.
Soft.
Distant.
But the silence between us was louder than anything else.
It filled every corner of the space, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on all three of us like something that could no longer be ignored.
Celeste smacked Dominic lightly on the chest, her tone playful and teasing, as if nothing in the world could possibly trouble her.
"Why jazz?" she pouted, her brows knitting slightly in mock annoyance. "You know I hate jazz."
The soft melody continued to flow through the car, smooth and low, filling the quiet space.
Dominic reacted immediately, almost instinctively.