chapter 72

As Amari woke up the next morning, the events of the previous night flooded back to her with a rush of excitement. She turned to find Antonio still asleep beside her, his features softened in the morning light streaming through the curtains.

She couldn't help but smile as she watched him sleep, her heart fluttering with the memory of their passionate night together. She gently brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering on his skin as she savored the moment.

But as she lay there lost in thought, a pang of unease crept into her chest. She knew that their night together had been reckless, that she had allowed herself to be swept away by the heat of the moment without stopping to consider the consequences.

She had come to Chicago with a purpose, a mission to track down Antonio Valencia and seek justice for her family. But in the heat of their passion, she had let her guard down, allowing herself to be drawn in by Antonio's charm and charisma.

Now, as she lay there in