She's doing well

“I can accept that as long as you promise that she won’t end up like Maya .”

I jerked up and bent over the table, grasping him by the throat and shoving him back against the bench. His face turned red, but he held my gaze. “Careful, Christian. In this city, my word is law. The protection of your father, and even that is limited, ends at the borders of Baltimore.”

“I don’t need Jaxon’s protection or I wouldn’t be here, working under you,” he pressed out. “Ayla is my little sister. I’m going to try to protect her as well as I can.”

I tightened my fingers on his throat. “Ayla is safe with me. She doesn’t need your protection.” I released him and sat back, pushing my tie back under my vest and smoothing my jacket.

Christian massaged his throat. “No wonder that Luca likes you so much. You and him have very similar tics.”

“The bikers are planning something. Look what they did in New Jersey and New York. We’ll have to keep an eye on them.”

“I’m doing that. It’s not easy to establish contact