POV: Burn
I watched her standing there in the cold, her eyes wide and full of fear, but there was something else in them too—something that kept me from walking away. Desperation. Determination. The kind of look you get when you’ve been backed into a corner and you’ve got no other choice but to fight your way out.
I should’ve told her to leave. Should’ve told her that whatever mess her brother had gotten into, it wasn’t my problem. But those words wouldn’t come. Instead, I’d told her I’d help. I don’t know why. Maybe because I could see that she was already caught in the crossfire, whether she knew it or not.
This isn’t about her, I reminded myself. It’s about keeping our business clean. The Steele Wolves didn’t mess with drugs. We had rules, lines we didn’t cross, and if her brother wa
