*Theo*
We are standing on the upper deck, enjoying the sunrise and I’m lost in the moment, savoring the smell of the ocean mixed with the sweetness of Sawyer’s laughter. The way she lights up when I shower her with compliments never fails to steal my breath. Just as I lean in to steal another kiss, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, glancing at the screen. It’s Ryder, my buddy from Texas.
“Hey, man,” I answer, trying to keep my voice light, even though he would only call at this hour if something is wrong.
“Hey, Theo. I need to ask you something. What do you know about Viktor Dragovich?” he fires back, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.
My stomach drops. Viktor Dragovich is a name that carries weight… a Croatian gangster whose reputation for ruthlessness precedes him. “W
