Brinda
"The mission was smooth, Boss." Bullet's voice was flat, yet her eyes glinted with an edge that always made me wonder just how much of her soul was buried under the mask she wore.
Francesco’s gaze didn’t leave her, his eyes cold and calculating. “And you ensured all the evidence was cleared?" he asked again. The tension in the air was palpable. Bullet didn’t respond verbally, but I could feel the answer in the silence. She nodded.
Francesco's grip on my hand tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as I fought to free myself. “Whether you want it or not, Bullet is your partner now. She’ll be by your side on all operations. Your mission begins once we touch down in New York.” His words were sharp, as though he’d already decided my fate.
I pretended not to hear him, staring out
