Chapter 73 A Dangerous Gamble

• The warehouse smelled of rust and oil, the air thick with something rotten beneath the surface. Clara stepped through the open bay doors, her heels clicking against the damp concrete. Every instinct told her to turn back, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.
• At the far end of the space, a man leaned against a metal table, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Victor DeLuca. Once one of Alexander’s most ruthless enforcers, until he’d been betrayed.
• “You’ve got nerve showing up here,” Victor said, exhaling a plume of smoke. His sharp green eyes flicked over her like a blade. “Tell me, sweetheart, why shouldn’t I kill you where you stand?”