Amy Stone
The silence in the car is heavy, filled with thoughts I don’t want to think. My fingers tap against my knee, trying to find rhythm in the chaos inside my head. Kael’s words echo over and over—Your father is the mafia boss. I stare out the window, the city lights bleeding into one another.
“So all this time,” I whisper, “he wasn’t just some powerful businessman… he was living a double life?”
Kael doesn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightens, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “It’s more complicated than that,” he says finally. “But this attack—it’s not random. It’s a warning. Michael doesn’t do half measures, Amy. When he wants something, he’ll burn everything in his path until he gets it.”
I swallow hard, my throat burning. “He wants me?”
“Yes.” Kael glances at me, his tone low a
