DAMON
"Boss, just received another round of messages from Ronald. He's moving hot, but I've got intel on him."
Carlo said over the burner phone. We'd been working with disposable phones for the past few weeks, switching them out like clockwork.
Right after the auction, when I'd discovered who the hell Janet really was, I knew that motherfucker knew exactly who I was. But she was playing it cool—she looked deadly, dangerous, and most of all, she looked like she could kill anyone without flinching. She hadn't exposed herself ever since then, staying in the shadows like the trained killer I suspected she was.
Ronald must have done something to her, even though she was his daughter, whatever the f**k it was. The way she'd looked at me during the auction still haunted my thoughts—like she
