Taking a seat, I flexed my hand against the armrest, biting back the curse crawling up my throat. Of course he needed me. He always needed me when the bodies started piling up.
"And what kind of problem requires dragging your decrepit ass all the way here?" I muttered.
He leaned in slightly, his smile sharpening like a blade.
"The Bellandi family."
The name hit me like a shot of adrenaline. Not because I feared them — because I knew exactly who they were and what they were capable of.
The Bellandi family. East Coast royalty in organized crime. Old money, older grudges, and enough bodies buried to populate a small country.
I didn't say anything. Just let the silence stretch, my mind already calculating, rearranging priorities.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice even more.
