Katriona’s [POV]
Another ping.
They’re asking for you. Do I stall?
I take in a harsh breath and clutch my phone tighter. Sweet Jesus, what would they want with me? I contemplate resigning on the spot. No one ever wants to be on their radar. My thumb hovers over the reply button as I consider my options. If I want Rio and freedom, I need money. Simple mathematics.
My blood chills. They weren’t due at the club for another week. Like clockwork. They never change their routine. What is going on tonight? Not even Mercury in retro had this kind of power to stir up chaos.
On the nights they make their rounds at the club I keep my head down. Apparently, I really suck at the whole stay invisible thing. I don’t advertise I’m the daughter of a rival s***h mobster for obvious reasons
