The hit should have been simple.
That’s what Viktor had told me. In and out, no complications. I’d done it a hundred times before—sliding a knife between ribs, pulling a trigger, leaving a trail of bodies for the cleaners to handle. But this time was different.
This time, I’d walked away.
The Don sat behind his desk, his cigar burning down to a nub as he stared at me across the room. His silence was more dangerous than his words, and I stood frozen under the weight of his gaze.
“Do you know what your job is, Leo?” he asked finally, his voice low and even.
I clenched my fists at my sides. “To follow orders.”
He nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair. “And yet, here we are. My orders were clear. Kill Lily Russo. Send her father a message. Instead, you walked away and left the job unf
