Louis stood before the large map pinned to the wall of his private study. Each red mark on it represented a gang linked to Daisy’s recent accidents. His sharp eyes darted from one point to another as his hand clenched the edge of the table.

“Sir,” one of his trusted men said, standing a few feet behind him, “we’ve narrowed it down to three major players. They’re smaller groups but have connections to Natalie’s circle.”

Louis’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care how small they are. I want them dismantled—cleanly and without a trace. No one connected to Daisy gets to walk free.”

“Yes, sir.” The man bowed and left the...