VANCE’S POV

“Killian, go back.” I pushed him away as we stood in the private hangar that held Killian's jet as I prepared to leave for Washington DC before sunrise.

“Get on the plane,” Killian huffed while refusing to let go of my hand.

“Don’t be a menace and go back,” I scolded him.

“I have a bad feeling about this trip, Vance. I wish I could accompany you, but the mafia family's security is paramount and demands that I be in New ...