Liam.
Mikey leaned forward, scanning the perimeter while he shook his head. “Are you sure about that, boss?”
“Do not…” Hissing, I had to tamp down the rage so as to not make a scene. “Do not ever question my authority again. Is that clear?” What I also couldn’t erase from my mind was that my arrival in Louisville had been used against me and against the Voltairs. Was it possible Liam had broken protocol, used the meeting to take out his own brother? Selena’s idea had been well thought out. Enough so a meeting with Liam would flush out his intentions, or so I hoped.
“Never again, sir,” Mikey said quietly. “Just a slight reminder that you have two soldiers with you. He has dozens, many of who are chomping at the bit to spill the blood of their enemy.”
The girl approached, the arm holding the tray shaking so badly the drink glasses were clicking together as she walked. She could no longer look me in the eyes as she placed the drinks in front of me. Then she slipped the bill down as well, backing away almost instantly.
“I’m sorry, sir. My boss said you could finish your drinks but after that you need to leave. And he doesn’t want you to come back.” She cringed after issuing the words, as if I’d lay the blame on her.
I drifted my gaze over my shoulder, noticing a big fat guy staring at our table, his arms folded. Exhaling, I grabbed my wallet, yanking out three hundred-dollar bills. “Keep the change, Jodie. Tell your boss we will be happy to comply.”
“Oh. Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” She grabbed the money, scuttling away before I could say anything else.
“You want me to handle that asshole, boss?” Zephyr asked, cracking his knuckles in the process.
“Zephyr, there are times when brutality is the only way of dealing with thugs because that’s all they listen to. However, he’s nothing more than a diner owner trying to make a living in a sea of wolves.”
“Not sure what that means, boss, but I won’t touch him.” Zephyr wasn’t the brightest man I’d ever employed but his loyalty was without question.
“Make the meeting happen tomorrow. Allow Liam to know that I can and will make it worth his while.”
Mikey studied me intently. “Yes, boss. Is there anything else you need?”
“I may need to find somewhere else to go for a short duration. Find me a location that’s secure and without prying eyes. I don’t care about the price.”
“House? Condo? Another hotel room? What?”
“I don’t care. Just find something. And have the pilot standing by in case I change my mind.”
“Whoa.” He glanced at Zephyr. “You’re thinking about leaving with the charges you have against you?”
“It may become necessary. Either way, I will have someone as my guest. I need to protect her as I do with Christopher.”
Neither man made a single sound, but Mikey nodded. They knew better than to question my personal life, period. Plus, he understood my responsibilities, what had become most important in my life almost two years before. Granted, I wasn’t the kind of man to run away from any situation, but I’d learned a long time ago that when you didn’t have a support system surrounding you, often it was best to retreat and regroup.
I thought about the lovely woman, realizing I’d need to get her away from the actions and influences of her peers. Plus, if what she’d told me about the threats was true, they would soon escalate until she fully embraced the case, pushing hard to have me incarcerated.
“I’ll let you know what happens with both orders, boss,” Mikey said.
I tossed back the scotch, the bitter taste reminding me that I was at the mercy of the people in this town and that didn’t bode well for my personality or my future. “See that you do.” As I stood, buttoning my jacket, I knew the only way to end the charade was through the lovely blonde.
Only I’d need to figure out a way to get her to trust me without question.
Because if that couldn’t happen, I’d be forced to take her against her will.
SelenaDo you remember me? I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.The words lingered in my mind, the second note I’d found on the windshield of my car haunting, pulling me into an entirely different kind of darkness. Was it possible my past was coming back to haunt me?The terror was real and ripe, pushing me to the very edge of rationality. And I hated it.I’d stood staring at the blood-red script, taking me back to the single time in my life when I’d failed completely. I’d failed myself. My profession. And the victims of heinous crimes. The loss had humbled me, shaken me, and provided proof that I could never be cocky. What was I doing lately? I’d laughed even as a few tears had slipped past my lashes, refusing to believe the monster had returned after these years. But the MO was very similar, the same calling card that I’d heard about from the various cops who’d investigated the scene.The pictures reminded me of the ones depicting the murders of the Voltairs, but there was
Yet the last thing I wanted to do was to call attention to the fact I was standing outside watching whoever it was casing my house. Things like this didn’t end well. Could it be that Joshua had found me? That wasn’t possible. My address was unlisted on purpose, only my boss… Fuck.I held my breath as a truck rolled by, where I was standing lit by the single streetlight on the entire block. This was getting ridiculous. When it finally drove by a few seconds later, I didn’t waste any time, still fumbling but finally getting the key into the small slot. When I threw open the door, I still expected someone would jump from the shadows, but the warmth of my cozy home, including the light over the stove I had left on allowed me to feel a little better.Still, I closed and locked the door, almost dropping the wet bags. I hurried into the kitchen, barely able to get them onto the counter before one of the bags split. Thank God, I caught the bottle of wine before it smashed to the floor.At lea
PrologueSelena“Put down the knife, my love.”His deep voice used to excite me, igniting a fire within my soul. Just yesterday, I could lose myself in his eyes, surrendering to the darkness he brought with him.But not anymore.He was nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a monster dressed in designer clothes and expensive shoes. “Not a chance.”“Then you will die, and it won’t be by my hand. Do you understand?”“I’ll take my chances.”“I can’t let you do that, dear. It would haunt me.”I let out a bitter laugh, tears welling in my eyes. I knew he didn’t care—just like he had no soul.As he stepped closer, I brandished the knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. I could see the fear in his eyes as he jumped back, his anger clear on his handsome face.He looked down at his shirt, noticing the red mark from where the blade had grazed him. I chuckled softly at his surprise.“Then so be it.” I took a step forward, feeling the weight of the ancient knife in my hand. My grandfather had gi
A couple days earlier…JoshuaFear was more than just an emotion; it was a powerful tool I wielded with finesse. It had a way of spiraling out of control, turning dark and all-consuming. But when used skillfully, that paralyzing grip could achieve more than any act of violence before or after a confrontation. I had become a maestro of dread, a force so formidable that with a mere glance or the flash of my eyes, I could freeze a man in his tracks.At least, that’s what I had been told. If only I truly possessed such a gift—perhaps it would save me the trouble of replacing shirts stained with blood. I chuckled softly at the thought as I maneuvered through the rain-slicked streets of Montreal, my destination set for a reckoning.Some might label me a bloodthirsty villain, a thrill-seeker with an insatiable hunger for chaos. But to me, it was just another day at the office, a necessary step to maintain the fragile balance of power in the streets I loved.I never wavered from my mission, n
Joshua“I’m raising the stakes, Shawn. This is a one-shot deal.”“Meaning what exactly?”“Meaning if you win this hand, not only do you walk away with my cash, but I’ll wipe out your debt to those Bratva bastards.”His eyes flickered with intrigue, a glimmer of hope brightening his expression before confusion set in. “And if I lose?”I leaned back, relishing my dominance. “Then you’ll accept the punishment you’ve earned—like a man.”At first, he snorted, but then he realized the weight of my words. “Punishment?”“It’s a fair deal, Shawn. Anyone else would be eliminated for such a serious infraction.”Panic washed over him as beads of sweat trickled down his temples. “I can give you the name of the guy running the syndicate in the U.S. You can have their business.”“Oh, I intend to, Shawn. And you’ll provide the name and all the details I need. What I’m offering you is a chance to keep your life intact. This is a one-time opportunity. Take it or leave it.”He was trapped, cornered by h
“I honestly don’t see the point in continuing this conversation,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside. As a seasoned prosecutor, I had faced some of the toughest cases in Louisville, and dealing with this arrogant jerk was turning out to be easier than I expected. I wanted to feel something—anything—after spending nearly six months with Matt, but the truth was, I felt nothing at all.Surrounded by the lavish wedding reception of my best friend, I was getting dumped, and all I felt was exhaustion. Maybe there was something inherently broken in me that made it difficult to form genuine connections.“You don’t have anything to say?” Matt laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice.“What do you want me to say? I might’ve had a bit too much champagne, but you’re the one breaking up with me. Did I miss the memo? Oh, let me guess: you chose to call me during the wedding festivities for a reason.”“I’d like to hear that you’re upset. That you wish we could talk this through
SelenaThe sting of betrayal was sharper than I expected.It was hard to admit, but there it was. I never considered Matt to be “the one,” yet I had enjoyed our time together. With my busy life, it had been nice knowing that on a Friday night, I could spend a few precious hours exploring the countryside, savoring a nice dinner, planning a weekend getaway, or just staying in to binge-watch old movies.And now I’d caught the bouquet of all things. Talk about bad karma.“You’re going to spill all the juicy details, right?” Jenny teased on the other end of the phone.Juicy details? She had everything lined up for me, but I seriously doubted I’d find a rugged hunk in a fancy hotel bar.“Go have a wild night with Brad. I’m perfectly fine on my own, thanks.” I raked my fingers through my hair, biting my lip—a clear sign of my frustration. Ever since she dropped that idea into my head, I couldn’t shake off the enticing images.“Hot man. Sizzling sex. It’s good for the mind and body. Trust me,
SelenaWell, there went my fantasy.I’d never been good at making them come true, including the whole imagining part. I’d always wanted to be a witch, but that dream wasn’t meant to be. I took another gulp of my drink. A nice bath was sounding better and better. Maybe the gift shop had a small bottle of bubble bath I could buy. I had brought a bottle of wine, thinking it would be for a surprise visit from Matt.I hated myself even more. I was going to drink the whole thing by myself, and I was okay with that."Hey there, pretty girl. Why are you sitting all alone in a dump like this?"The guy was loud, obnoxious, and clearly drunk.Any one of those traits would be off-putting, but all three? Toxic."Because I’d rather be alone than deal with jerk men who don’t understand what a woman wants. You know, the kind full of testosterone and hot air, and definitely not in a good way." I gave him a sweet smile that masked my annoyance, my words laced with the same sharpness I used in court. Ma