~LAUREN'S POV~

I moved through the crowd like a woman possessed, my eyes locked on my baby sister pressed against the wall with Mario—a man who probably had more blood on his hands than I could imagine—hovering over her.

Emily's hands were on his chest, her head tilted back in that familiar way that meant she was about to make a terrible decision.

Not on my watch.

"Emily!" I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from Mario. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Mario's hands shot up in a gesture of innocence, though his eyes gleamed with something dark and amused. "Easy, New York. We were just talking."...