Chapter 49

• That evening, I sat down on my bed deep in thoughts. I stared at the club card laying in front of me, chewing the inside of my cheek, trying to convince myself that there was another way.
• But there wasn’t.
• Not while Lorenzo De Luca ruled this city from the shadows. Not when every job I applied for mysteriously disappeared within hours. Not when The Widowmaker’s “help” came in the form of temporary charity I couldn’t rely on forever.