Everything he thought he knew, everything he had fought for, sacrificed, and believed in, shattered like fragile glass, leaving him standing in the wreckage of a truth too painful to bear.
“I don’t see why you’re so upset. She was in my way,” Carla says casually with a shrug. “I did what had to be done, and it doesn’t even affect our plan. You wouldn’t have known if Hunter hadn’t blocked my damn card like a coward.” Her gaze hardens as her voice rises. “And if that lowlife hadn’t demanded more money... I shouldn’t have hired him. But what’s done is done. I just need some cash to settle the debt, and I’ll be on my way.”
“What’s done is done?” The man sitting across from her repeats, his voice low and dangerous. His chair scrapes violently against the floor as he stands, rounding the desk
