Chapter 44

—Tristan—

Fabian kept tossing glances at his father resting on the backrest of the car, looking fucking eager to tear into the man. “Your plan really worked. You crushed the fucking Outfit,” Fabian said, turning to me.

I stared at the road. The triumph I’d been working toward, destroying the Outfit from within, I held it in my hands. I’d seen it on the faces of my enemies. I knew they’d keep suffering.

Fabian shifted in his seat. “Tristan, you realize we won, right? We got my father. Your insane plan worked.”

“Yeah, my plan worked ...”

“Then why—” Fabian’s eyes widened. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. “We can try kidnapping her again. It worked once, who’s to say it won’t work again,” he said almost incredulously.

“No,” I said harshly. “Eleanor doesn’t belong in captivity.”

Fabian shook his head. “They will marry her off to Drake. Even if you spoiled the goods, she’s still Salvador’s niece, and Drake