WESLEY'S POVI didn’t think.I moved.The sixth one came from the side, stupid enough to believe I hadn’t clocked him. I shot him in the thigh, clean and close. He went down screaming. I didn’t wait—I drove my boot into his ribs and felt the bone give way against the wall.Another was already closin
WESLEY's POVThe scotch burned less than usual tonight.I stared at the glass anyway, swirling what was left of it while the screen in front of me flashed another customs update. Delayed. Again. Third time this week. I'd spoken to the dockmaster personally. Promises, half-smiles, and silence.Bullsh
Of course not. He never explained things when mystery worked better.A knock interrupted my thoughts. Angela’s voice followed gently through the door.“Cooper’s waiting out front. He says it’s time.”“Time for what?” I asked, mostly to myself.But I already knew.In the bathroom, I showered quickly,
CARA's POVI stepped over a coil of wire near the front entrance, my heels clicking against the unfinished tiles as I walked inside, clipboard in hand. Light spilled through the tall windows, catching on the particles in the air and making everything feel a little suspended—unfinished, but full of p
“You know her?”“No,” I said slowly. “I know of her.”One of the Rizzo men had whispered her name once.I’d searched every server we had access to. No pictures. No files. Just a name that passed between lips like poison.“She’s ghost-level,” I added. “No trail, no prints. No accidents either. Anyone
WESLEY's POVThe door slammed behind me, hard enough to rattle the old hinges. Dust trembled on the spines of antique books. Mona didn’t flinch. She sat behind her desk with that ridiculous calm, flipping through one of her endless folders like I hadn’t just come in ready to tear the walls down.“Yo