Chapter 67
- Ava’s POV
- “Ava?”
- Fabio’s voice, a dull thud, dragged me from the raw edge of my fury and slammed me back into the present: standing eyeball-to-eyeball with the fucking Yakuza. These bastards were ruthless, efficient, and had probably forgotten what a conscience even looked like. So, yeah, maybe a spoonful of forced peace was the only antidote to this poisonously organized family.