"You cannot be serious about this," Lucky said, pacing across the hotel room Commander Chen had provided for us. "Walking into that church is suicide."
"My Queens are counting on me," I replied, checking the pistol Chen had given me. "I will not abandon them the way everyone abandoned me."
"Everyone? Abby, your mother spent twenty years building a case to protect you. I took bullets for you. Matteo nearly died for you. We did not abandon you."
I stopped loading bullets into the magazine. He was right. But admitting it felt like weakness, and I could not afford weakness tonight.
"The plan is sound," I said instead. "Chen's people will be in position. International crime families are sending representatives. We have backup."
"Backup that has never worked together before," Lucky countere
