James pov
I walked down the stairs, feeling like a condemned man marching toward the gallows. Goddamn Kylie Morgan. It was bad enough when I thought the woman who killed Daniel was just some defenseless girl pushed too far, cornered by a world too cruel to her. I could almost stomach the thought of bringing justice to someone who wasn’t much more than a victim herself. But now?
Now I was f****d. I was standing at the edge of a cliff with nothing but chaos below, and it felt like I was teetering on the edge of losing everything.
I’d thought if I got rid of her, the Connollys and the Morgans would back off. It would settle the score, put an end to the blood feud, and things would go back to some semblance of normal. But now, the truth was harder to swallow than the lies I’d been feeding m
