Chapter 4

The smoke cleared, and I saw him.

Gabriel Sorrentino. The Brooklyn mob boss who built his empire from the docks up. The man I had saved from a murder rap three years ago in London when he had nothing left.

Grant never cared what I did when I was away on business. He never knew that, after I saved Gabriel in London, I had built a private emergency protocol into my bracelet: three presses sent my location to the one person I trusted to come without asking permission.

Gabriel crossed the cellar in two strides, kneeling beside me. His leather…