That sick smile spread across his face again. “There’s my good girl.” Then it disappeared. His voice turned colder than death. “But baby… you went too far. I can’t let it slide.”
“One.”
“No—!”
Before I could scream, his bodyguard moved. One hard kick to Aziel’s chest. I watched my baby brother fall.
One second he was standing there, crying, waiting for me to come get him and the next, he was gone. Nothing but air.
My scream ripped through the steel frame of that unfinished building. My lungs shredded. My arms flailed, trying to reach for him, to run, to leap. But two guards grabbed me, dragged me back as I thrashed like an animal.
The wind howled louder. The city lights below blurred with my tears. And that bastard, he just sat there. Calm. Unbothered.
Just eight years ago, I was Mrs. Harmony Masterson. Respected. Feared. Admired.
I was the queen beside the heir of the most powerful mafia family in Masterson Heights. Then everything started to fall apart. Because of one fire.
That afternoon, my mother’s house went up in flames. She was locked inside. The report said faulty wiring. An accident.