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Chapter One

Nate

“If you lose another finger, who’s going to get your girlfriend off?” I waved the thick blade in front of Vigo’s eyes, which proer I’o’s hand down on the desk and pinned his index finger as David held him still

“Just tell hio’s sweaty forehead

“I swear it wasn’t rip would allow

I stabbed the knife into the desk, only half an inch froer He screamed, and the scent of hot piss filled the musty back office

Peter groaned “Jesus, Vigo Have some self-respect”

“It wasn’this stubbly cheeks He was a low level nobody—the guy in gangsterbefore the credits rolled

I stood and used the tip of the blade to scratchthe truth? Maybe Did it matter? No What mattered was that on his watch, an entire ship and wound up in the hands of the fucking Russians Two of o was the only survivor Sketchy as fuck But even if he wasn’t working with the Russians, I’d still have to make an example of him

In the five years since I becahten the ship, streaiti that went on behind the scenes The Russians, and now Vigo, were a threat to all ress

I ran a fingertip down the faint scar along raze fro to move in on our turf and take as ours From the minute the old boss, Vince, choked on his own blood, the Russians had been poking and prodding Testing and taking But that would all come to an end within the month when I allied with the Irish for control of the entire city Then I’d handle the Russians—go fucking rathole by rathole if I had to—and eli

For the tilue I’d ever found was fear It sealed the holes right up and kept my men in line

“Hold him” I pointed my blade at David

“No!” Vigo squealed