Fifteen minutes after Sakura left the parking lot, I still sat in my car and stared through the windshield with my gun sitting on my lap. She was never supposed to find this. I should’ve f*****g hidden it better.
The note that Rick Santos had slipped me earlier lay on the passenger seat. After unfolding it, I dragged my hand over my face and grunted. One of these f*****g days, when Georgina was out of my life, I’d f*****g leave the mob. I hated working for them.
On the paper, there was a single name.
Cortez.
CortezA cop.
They wanted me to kill a f*****g cop, and I just wanted to teach.
My phone buzzed nonstop in my pocket. Without checking who it was, I yanked it out and hit Answer. I needed a distraction from Sakura tonight or else I’d figure out where she had gone off to and follow
