14
Giada
I curled up in the back of the limo, exhaustion hovering. Marisa and Father had been life-flighted to Mass General, along with Mother who’d refused to be left behind.
I’d stuck to Logan’s side like a festering cyst in the hours following the shooting while he spoke with the cops and his team.
Even the FBI showed up with a million questions.
No one recognized the shooter who’d taken Sin’s bullet between the eyes. No identification on the man left the law in the dark, but since I hung on Logan’s side, I heard exactly who had sent the fucker who might have killed my sister.
A cartel leader from Columbia—not the best enemy for my father to have. At least, that’s what Logan had heard rumor of, or so he’d stated.
I wondered, though.
Although Greed also rode with us, the two men
