Aiden’s POV

I watched Elira’s body slump against the passenger door as the last flicker of her conscious rage died in her eyes.

I had lied to her.

I told her it was Sierra they wanted, knowing fully well that the Don, in her twisted code of honor, would insist on going in Sierra’s place. It was the only way I knew I could deliver her without a fight.

Dante's threat wasn't something to be negotiated or managed with her rash, aggressive tactics.

I knew very well not to play around when a power like his directly threatened my sister's life. I felt a cold knot of guilt, but it...