Orion’s POV:
I glanced at the time on my watch, the hour hand dragging itself through the day like it resented every second. My head pulsed with exhaustion, every throb reminding me of how little sleep I'd had and how much blood had been spilled.
“You should head back now. We’ll take care of the rest,” Kenji said, rinsing blood off his gloved hands at the steel sink beside me.
The water ran red for a moment, swirling in crimson spirals before vanishing down the drain.
Our line of work wasn’t usually this messy—not after I had completely taken over. But after rounding up the scum from yesterday, only one had survived long enough to talk. Spilling details and confirming that the one behind this was Rossi.
Kenji, as our enforcer, always knew how far to go. But this time, even he looked
