Dawn broke gray and cold over the county jail. Duke sat on his bunk, staring at the wall. Twenty-four hours since Sierra's offer. Twelve hours since Valentina's last visit, her eyes full of fear she tried to hide.
He hadn't slept.
Footsteps approached. Not the guard's heavy tread. These were lighter, calculated. Connor.
His brother stood outside the cell in an expensive suit, looking every inch the successful businessman. Everything Duke wasn't and would never be.
"Morning, little brother." Connor's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Sleep well?"
Duke didn't answer.
"I'll take that as a no." Connor pulled up a chair, sitting just out of reach. "We need to talk. Man to man. Brother to brother."
"We're not brothers."
"Blood says otherwise." Connor leaned back. "But I'm not here to debate
