I peruse the listing, checking out the locations and details, when one particular entry attracts my attention. The target is in Boston, and the contract has been claimed earlier today by the Sicilians—a team of ruthless hitmen who strike hard and fast, eliminating their mark in less than twenty-four hours. I click on the entry, and the black-and-white image of a woman starts to load. My fucking heart stops. It’s Nera. The earth falls out from beneath my feet. Some unknown cocksucker put the hit out on my cub.
