Chapter 160
Estela POV
I find him. Eventually.
Marco.
Valentino Jr.'s right hand.
He hid well. Better than most. Changed his appearance, took on a new name, even had embassy-grade credentials. Tucked himself away in a halfway house meant for ex-diplomats with gambling debts. Smart. Cunning. Paranoid.
But not paranoid enough.
Daphne didn't want me involved.
Not because she thought I'd fail.
But because she knows what killing does to me.
She knows I still feel it. The guilt. The weight. The cold shadow that follows every time I pull the trigger and take a life.
But what she doesn't get is—I can feel it and still do it.
I crouch low outside his safehouse, the rough brick digging into my back. My fingers tighten around the grip of my gun as I take a long breath through my mouth, willing myself to be calm. One light's on in the back of the house. He thinks he's safe. He's wrong.
