The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss
The van hit a pothole, and his eyelids fluttered.
Dawson leaned back, green eyes unreadable. “Ace has trust issues. So do you. Not my problem.”
“He called you *liar*,” Valerie snapped, her voice cracking. “After everything—”
“After everything, we’re still breathing.” Dawson flicked a bullet casing off his knee. “Priorities, kid.”
Julia chuckled, the sound like nails on glass. “He’s right, Brie. You should be thanking him. Without Dawson, you’d still be rotting in that cell, playing martyr.”