Adriana had thought killing Kieran Callahan would bring her peace.
But all she felt was unease.
The words he spat before his death refused to leave her head.
“You have no idea what’s coming.”
It echoed through her mind as she sat in Marco’s SUV, staring blankly at the dark streets of New York. Luca was driving, silent. Marco sat beside her, his hand resting on his thigh, his expression unreadable.
Blood still coated his gloves.
Adriana should have felt relief. Kieran was dead. She got what she wanted.
But the weight in her chest told her otherwise.
Something wasn’t right.
And she had a sickening feeling that Kieran’s death was only the beginning of something far worse.
A Warning in the Dark
They returned to the penthouse, but Adriana barely made it through the door before she tu
