Chapter 11 Kisses, Killers, and the Price of Secrets

Emily hadn't seen the sunrise in weeks. Now, as gold spilled across the windshield, it felt surreal. Like the world had no idea she was running for her life-with a burner phone in her coat, a ledger full of blood money, and the mafia's golden boy gripping the steering wheel like it was a weapon.

Liam hadn't said a word in fifteen minutes.

Neither