Williams’s POV

My mansion was quieter than ever, which only made the tension worse. The kid had finally stopped crying and drifted off to sleep in the backseat during the drive here. I glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror—her little face streaked with dried tears, her tiny fists curled into her chest.

She was innocent in all this, yet somehow caught up in the mess of my past with Allison. I sighed heavily. I didn’t sign up for this—taking care of a child while gunmen hunted us down—but when Allison had handed her to me, I couldn’t say no. Not to Allison. Not when she looked at me...