The Mafia Debt
"But also money, messages. We're just couriers, Aria. Low-level. We don't hurt people."
I laughed bitterly. "Right. And I'm supposed to believe that?"
The bedroom door burst open, and Dom stood in the doorway, his own gun drawn and pointed at me. "Drop it," he commanded, his voice hard.
"Dom, don't," Shadow warned, not taking his eyes off me. "She's Silas Herrera's daughter."
Dom's eyes widened. "Shit."
"Both of you, against the wall," I ordered. "Now!"
They exchanged a look before slowly complying, moving to stand side by side against the far wall.
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