Greg's POV
I sat on the couch, one hand resting on my knee, the other holding a glass of whiskey.
The news had just come in that Kevin was out.
I stared at the ice swirling in my drink, feeling the weight of it settle deep in my chest.
I had expected it, of course. A man like Kevin wouldn’t stay locked up forever. But this soon?
The city wasn’t ready for his return. Hell, I wasn’t ready.
Just as I was lost in thought, the sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled me back to reality.
I looked up to see Katrina walking toward the door, dressed in tight black jeans and a fitted top, a bag slung over her shoulder.
I raised a brow. “Going somewhere?”
She didn’t stop. “I’m leaving.”
I set my glass down. “Why?”
Katrina let out a cold laugh, shaking her head. “You’re really askin
