Dos’s Point of View
“I was right.”
That was Boss’s greeting the very moment I entered his office. His voice was flat, heavy, like a hammer waiting to fall.
I had just been discharged from the hospital—barely recovered from surgery. The doctor told me to rest. To wait. To let my body heal.
But rest was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
June had left. She was out there in New York, alone. And Daniel—of all people—was with her.
Every bone in my body screamed at me to go after her, to protect her, to beg for forgiveness if that’s what it took. But first, I had to face him.
Boss.
The man who raised me in this dark world. The man who ruined her life.
I lowered myself into the chair opposite his desk, keeping my expression unreadable. “I came here to apologize. I failed the mission. I got stab
