DAISY

If any of my capos saw me right now, they would think I had suffered a debilitating head injury.

I was wedged into the rear seat of a rented, neon-yellow compact car. The vehicular atrocity was parked behind oleander bushes on the cliffside road. My knees were level with my chin, my shoulders were crushed against the window frame, and the pine air freshener was burning my throat. The island heat was ungodly. Sweat dampened my crisp white shirt, but I didn't dare roll the window down because a swarm of wasps had taken an interest in our roof.

Liam sat in the driver’s seat, completely unbothered. He wore...