Enrique
I knew Daisy would be trouble the minute the twins told me about my “new assignment.” Told, not asked… because the Fiato brothers didn’t make requests. They gave orders. Still, I could have said no. I had earned enough respect from them to push back when I wanted to.
But I didn’t.
I had seen the way they looked that day on the field trip, tight with worry, even fear. They needed someone they trusted. And somehow, I was the poor bastard they trusted the most.
I had seen Daisy before, in passing and in meetings. Never spoken to her but she always threw jabs at me. But there had been something in her eyes that had caught me, something small, buried deep under the smiles and laughter she wore like armor. Loneliness. Vulnerability. The kind of thing you would miss if you didn’t kno
