"Luke..." Kendrick began, his eyes sweeping over the dark alleyway as his enforcers formed a tight perimeter around us, cutting off every potential route of escape. "Whose orders are you following?"

Luke didn't answer right away. His gaze shifted constantly from one man to another,  angles, distance, and who was likely to strike first.

"You don't need to know," Luke replied smoothly. "Unless, of course, you can offer me more than what I've already been paid."

My head snapped toward him in disbelief. Is this greedy bastard really about to betray Sullivan for a higher bid?

A sickening realization washed over me—there was no such thing as a truly good...