DIABLO
I never make mistakes. Tonight, I made two.
The first one was missing the drop. The job went down right under my nose, and I walked away with an empty case. The second mistake was bringing April into a world she doesn’t belong in.
Now I’m behind the wheel, driving through the night with a civilian sitting beside me. Not just any civilian, the one who has been haunting my mind since the moment I first laid eyes on her. What am I doing?
The cracks in the windshield stretch like spiderwebs, a reminder of how close I came to losing control. My anger had boiled over, and now I can barely see through the glass. Since meeting her, the steady hands and cold precision I’ve always relied on have started to crumble. My instincts failed me because I was focused on her.
The case should have
