Now, a big-shot defense lawyer with three offices, a penthouse suite, and more power than most men dreamed of.
But that’s what the world saw.
What it didn’t see?
He was also Mr. X—the underworld’s most whispered nightmare. No one had seen his face. No one dared cross him. And wherever he went, he left behind a cold metal “X” like a signature.
Sal answered on the first ring.
“Danica.” His voice was low, calm, dangerous in its quiet.
“I... I need your help,” I whispered.
“Where are you?”
“Hiding. I need a favor.”
Another pause. Then, quietly, “Anything.”
That broke me. Just a little.
Because I left Salvatore. Not because I didn’t love him—but because my father told me Reagan was better for the business. Salvatore was just a lawyer before—no power, no name. My father told me he would kill Salvatore if I chose him. So I agreed with my father, thinking it was better for Titanis… and for myself. That Salvatore couldn’t provide for me. And I believed that. I convinced myself I loved Reagan. And what did I get?
Betrayal.
Blood.
Prison.