THEY MOCKED THE MAFIA BOSS FOR MARRYING A HEAVYSET ACCOUNTANT—THEN SHE DESTROYED THE MEN SENT TO KILL HIM

and threaded the surgical needle through skin.

Briana sat still, a glass of amber liquor resting against her thigh.

She did not wince.

The adrenaline had burned away into something colder.

Harder.

Resolve.

“Kevin Russo is going to deny he ordered the hit,” Lucas said quietly, tying off the last suture and wrapping her arm in clean white gauze. “He used outside continue reading …