The amber liquid caught the lamplight as I poured, the sound of whiskey hitting crystal the only noise in my study besides the distant hum of the city below. Three fingers' worth. Maybe four. The engagement party had left a bitter taste in my mouth that had nothing to do with the champagne.
I was loosening my tie when Marco knocked—two sharp raps, the kind that said we have a problem.
"Come in."
He entered with that particular tension in his shoulders that I'd learned to read over the years. Marco had been with me since we were teenagers running errands for my father, back when the worst thing we had to worry about was collecting protection money from corner stores. Now he was my right hand, the only person in this organization I trusted completely. And right now, he looked like he'd ra
