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No Fortune Worth Losing You

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-10-13 22:58:32

DAMON'S POV:

​"Good. Give the job to another sniper. Find someone who does not have a family to protect. Someone who truly has nothing left to lose."

​Mikhail fell silent for a long moment. Then he gave a slow, respectful nod.

​"I understand your choice," he said. "I may not agree with it, but I understand."

​I stood up from the chair and reached into my pocket, pulling out enough cash to pay for our drinks and leave a generous tip.

​"I am sorry for turning down the work," I said. "And for disa
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