Nikolai Pov
I hated this plan.
Liam thought it was genius—called it a "perfect solution."
Antonio, Marlo, and Cash? They didn’t like it either, though they weren’t loud about it. Their silence said enough. But it didn’t matter what they thought. Liam had already deployed his men, placing them in strategic spots around the orphanage. Every staff member was handpicked and vetted, loyal to Liam. Greco’s influence didn’t reach here, and it never would. This place was untouchable, or as close to it as anything could be.
No one but a handful of us knew about the connection. Liam wanted to keep it that way, and I didn’t argue. My father? He knew next to nothing about the orphanage, other than a brief mention of Stuart—the little boy Alex adored—during some disastrous dinner conversation month
