CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO: BLEEDING

GRANT POV

My plan was simple or at least it was supposed to be. I should’ve taken the left turn that led to Luca’s side of town. That was the logical thing to do.

Handle business, check on the bastard, get the updates, have my men sort the bloody mess, and maybe, just maybe, keep my mind from wandering back to her.

But no.

Somewhere between reasoning and impulse, I found myself driving in the opposite direction, heading straight into Manhattan. Before I ...