Chapter 45

FLAMES

‘I CAN’T DO THIS’

“You can’t or you won’t?” Berkely leveled me with a stare handing me a bottle of brandy.

“Both and don’t give me that crap of there comes a time in a man’s life where he needs to be responsible”, I chastised, the bottle of brandy on my lips, my fingers typing away shit on my phone.

Mia hadn’t texted back in two hours now and normally that would have made me go bonkers but I had a slight feeling she was with Lucy and even though my sister had a knack of attracting trouble, that at least reassured me she was doing fine.

Better than I was by far.

My eyes went back to the streaks of the Miami sun throwing the last shades of orange on a busy city.

This city had once been my refuge. Away from shit that ate me up, away from my past and instead had been my source of livelihood, my tether.

Being a mercenary, being a bodyguard, disposing men the way I did cigarette blunts that was what defined life in Miami. Taking risks, being angry every damn time, never letting go of