Daniel’s Point of View
“I am damn furious, Daniel.”
Boss Roman’s voice over the phone was sharp, low, and venomous. “Dos is already onto you. He knows you’re in Arizona. Move the girl. Tonight.”
For a second, silence filled the line, heavy and suffocating. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding, as if the pressure could crush the rage building in my chest.
That bastard.
That f*****g bastard Dos.
Even after everything, after all the precautions I had taken, he still managed to crawl his way closer. He was like a disease—persistent, infectious, impossible to cure. I could almost see him, that cold look in his eyes, as if he could rip everything from me with a single glare.
“Understood,” I forced out, my voice clipped, controlled—
