Dos’s Point of View
The plane had barely touched Philippine soil when the weight of the mission settled in my chest like lead. I wasn’t here for Rosa Sangre anymore. I wasn’t here for loyalty, or blood, or the twisted brotherhood Boss Roman claimed we had.
I was here to finish this. One last job. Then I’d be back in New York—back to searching for June.
It had been a month since she vanished. A month of chasing shadows, burning through contacts, scraping through whispers. Nothing. And every night, her face haunted me—the curve of her smile, the tremor in her voice when she used to whisper my name.
And now… the secret that shattered me.
June was pregnant.
Even now, I could hardly wrap my head around it. Her absence cut deep enough, but the thought of her carrying our child—alone, scare
