GABRIEL’S POVThree days had crawled by since Don Masseli swaggered into our estate, spewing threats like he had a death wish. In that time, we learned everything there was to know about him, his men, and their routines, turning whispers into plans. He wouldn’t know what hit him. A man like Masseli needed to remember who runs this city.I stood in my room, fastening the straps of my bulletproof vest, the faint squeak of the leather blending with my heartbeat.I holstered my gun at my waist, and as I reached down to tuck the backup gun into my boot, the door creaked open.“I see you’re ready,” Kiera said, leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed, a playful smile on her lips.I looked up, biting back a smirk, “You wanna tag along?" I demanded, walking over and tucking a knife into my sleeve holster, "Could use someone to hold my coffee while I make a mess. It’ll be fun you know... a little chaos, a bit of gunfire.”“Ha! I’ll pass,” she said laughing, “I’d rather stay here and cheer fro
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