l Sto

in and out of consciousness beside me, her breathing ragged and wet. I held her hand, my thumb tracing th

obe

h the iron grate of the do

ared at the sliver of ligh

rom a friend in Chicago. It seems the Outfit is celebrating. Damien Flynn is finalizing a match with the

f doubt curled in my chest. Damien was a Don. He needed alliances, pow

enom dripping freely now. "Said you were just a desper

The metal shrieked as it swung open, revealing Elroy. He didn't look like my

ildew of our prison. He didn't ask questions this time. He grabbed

, his face inches from mine. "You think your sil

u," I spat, the fear in my g

k that echoed off the stone walls. My head snapped

dirty floor. He looked down at my stomach with undisguised disgust. "If you won't give m

rched out, the heavy door sl

until the air grew colder,

urned again, it

er. He was a legend in the worst way-a man who had carved his reputation out of bone and gristle. His eyes were dead t

clutching a battered medical bag. The sme

herself up, her broken body trembling

massive arm and shoved her back. Arlene hit the stone

ambling backward until my spine hi

d, his voice like gravel grinding toget

o a cloth on the floor-speculums, curettes, thin

were going to kill my baby. They were going to r

swallowing the dim light. "Make it

e face. Begging Elroy hadn't worked. Crying wouldn't

stood up, forcing my trembling legs to hol

king but loud enough to fill the small

of amusement crossing

e words tasting like ash and iron. "The blood in my veins be

e man who had set my soul on fire, the man

o the Chicago Outfit. It

e. The doctor dropped a metal clamp;

erhaps, a sliver of fear. Killing a Capo's disgraced daughter was one thing. Murdering the unborn child of a riv

ugo said, but he

had left. "Kill it and find out. But when Flynn comes for his bloo