He Fired Me. Now His Empire Is Burning
Last Christmas—in my past life—I was on vacation when the call came. It was Lucy, the family’s new pet capo, and she was in a panic. She’d blown the deal with the Colombians, she said, and now they were threatening to make us pay.
I had to rush back and clean up the mess.
I saved the deal, but it still cost us a shipment of hardware.
And then Lucy, the one who caused the whole mess, pointed the finger straight at me. “It was Madeline! She gave me bad intel! She must’ve set me up!”
The truth? The deal went south because she mouthed off to the Colombians and pissed them off.
But Henry, the Godfather I’d served loyally for years, didn't want to hear my side. He just branded me a traitor.
He kicked me out of the family and put the word out to every outfit that I was a rat.
I had a price on my head. I died in some gutter, my body left for the dogs.
When I opened my eyes again, it was just before that Christmas.
This time, I walked straight into Henry's study and handed over my family signet. "I want out."
This time, I can’t wait to see who’s left holding the bag with the pissed-off Colombians.