Because Mia Winters has crawled deeper than my skin. She’s in my head, in my brain. In that ugly crevice at the center of mychest I’d long thought empty.
And yet, she’s not here.
That night at her apartment, and then that day at the cemetery—they’ve left me with nothing but questions. Haunting, relentlessquestions, ones I cannot answer without raising many more.
What is Mia to me? What am I going to do about my plan? Am I going to avenge my family, or am I going to protect hers?
Am I going to lose her to a bullet or to the truth?
“Boss,” a recruit calls from the benches. “Your phone.”
“Ignore it,” I bark. Another fresh face is already stepping into the ring, ready to let me vent my frustration on his lousyfootwork.
But Maksim clears his throat. “Yul? I think yo
