Signoral’s phone buzzed on her desk, vibrating against the polished mahogany surface. The number on the screen confirmed it was from one of her men. She answered with a sharp edge to her voice.

“Speak.”

“Ma’am, Calista was spotted entering the hotel. She’s definitely with Anthony now.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “Stay on standby,” she ordered. “I’ll handle this. Don’t interfere unless I give you the signal. I don’t trust Anthony to finish the job on his own.”

Ending the call, she leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers in thought. For a moment, she allowed herself the satisfaction of imagining Calista’s helplessness. But there...