Michael's POV
My side still hurt like hell. Every breath was a reminder of how close I'd come to dying. The bandages were fresh, but the pain wasn't going anywhere.
I stared at the map spread across the table, pins marking potential targets. Red for Commission spots. Blue for Harrington's known locations. Yellow for places we still weren't sure about.
"This is suicide," I muttered, tracing my finger along a route to the Kane estate.
Adrian looked up from his laptop. "You got a better idea?"
I didn't. And that pissed me off more than the pain in my side.
Tiara walked in, two cups of coffee in her hands. She placed one in front of me without a word. Dark, no sugar. She remembered.
"Thanks," I said, not looking up from the map.
"Any progress?" she asked, leaning against the table.
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