River sat at the dining table, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his mind churning with the weight of the decision before him.

Alexander didn’t seem to be cooperating so that meant deciding what to do with Riley.

River’s jaw clenched as he considered his options, each more distasteful than the last.

He could not bring himself to kill Riley despite the leverage it would give him over Alexander.

He had killed numerous men before. But an innocent like Riley? Never. Riley was an ...