“All right. She’s the head of the Italian crime syndicate.”
I frown, then sit up, turn, and look down at him. “Crime syndicate? Meaning mafia? I thought Killian’s thing was saving the world. Isn’t the mafia the bad guys?”
Gazing at me with soft eyes, Callum reaches up and cups my jaw gently in his big rough hand.
“Questions of good and bad are never simple. Nothing is purely black, just as nothing is purely white. It’s the intention that matters, even if blood gets spilled along the way.”
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Ever heard that saying?”
“Of course. But it’s bullshit. The road to hell is actually paved with the prayers of cowards who think sitting on a church bench once a week is sufficient. If there is a god, he doesn’t give a s**t about prayers. He wants to s
