Michelle's POV

I concluded, “I regret the fact that I let myself love you.”

“No,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine, “If you love me, you wouldn't plan on releasing those criminal files.”

“You helped murder people!” I shouted from my bed, “You have to pay for your crimes!”

“That was years ago, Mich.” He voice was deep, filled with what I couldn't describe. Pain? Sympathy? Guilt?

“Besides, you know nothing about these crimes. These people ran an illicit organization of vicious Mafia lords. If you get in their way, they wipe you off the face of the earth. I used to work for them until I opted out but...