![]() These bad boys were strutting their stuff for a nearby female. “My father,” she says before getting out and closing the door.Īnd it’s in that moment everything comes to me. “How’d you get involved with the mob in the first place?” I finally take my jacket from her, and she reaches for the handle. And as far as we could tell, we didn’t have a tail.īut before she leaves, there’s something I still need to know. I had instructed him to park around the block from the location Gia gave me. King,” my driver says after opening the glass partition. It’s like a thin veil has dropped over my mind, taunting me with only fragments, a puzzle to figure out. She’s the daughter of New York’s most notorious hitman, and he’s the newest target. I almost shut my eyes again as a memory-a recognition of some sort-tries to resurface. My Every Breath Brittney Sahin Cade King has fallen for the wrong woman. She’s lifting my blazer from her lap, holding it out to me, and I catch sight of the angel wings on the inside of her wrist as the jacket sleeve slides up a little. “I will get away from this life.”Īnd why don’t I believe her? Why do I feel like I’ll see a picture of her dead body on the front-page news someday? ![]() ![]() ![]() “I know what you’re thinking.” Her accent thickens. ![]()
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