Four days later, Roberto trudged up the stairs to his room, his body dragging like a weight had been tethered to his feet. The exhaustion wasn't just physical—it was the kind of weariness that seeped into your bones after days of futile phone calls and failed plans. He felt as though he had been sprinting a marathon, and yet, he had nothing to show for it.
James hadn’t returned a single one of his calls. The men he’d sent to canvass the area around *Tit for Tat* had been chased off by Hayes’s men—again. His father was incommunicado, and Liam? The same damn thing. No one was talking to him about the larger plans, the ones that really mattered. It felt like everything was slipping through his fingers.
To top it all off, his younger sisters had taken it upon themselves to ensure he made a
