Danielle chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly as she quickly scrolled through the internet search results on her phone.
It was still very early in the morning, so she was alone in the kitchen, and the house was quiet. Thankfully. But it wouldn’t be for long.
She had already seen two of her brother’s men walking around outside the house through the kitchen window. Danielle found it unnerving. Not that she wasn’t used to men with guns patrolling the house she slept in. That definitely wasn’t the reason. Danielle had been born into this life. Seeing dangerous men with guns around her was as normal as the sun rising every morning. The distinctive scent of a fired gun registered to her brain the same way a child would recognize her father’s favorite cologne. No, what made it unnerving was
