BRIAN

I shoved the passenger door open before the vehicle even came to a complete stop. The metal hinges let out an agonizing groan, and I stepped out onto the docks, my eyes instantly locking straight onto my wife.

I didn't care about the wrinkled silk suit. I didn't care about the harbor workers dropping their fishing nets to scramble out of my way. All that mattered was the woman standing at the edge of the wooden pier, pale and breathing heavily.

“Get in the car, Daisy,” I commanded. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried that flat, freezing pitch that usually made my syndicate capos break into a cold...