Chapter 113

Myles POV

I ended the call with Serena and let the phone drop onto the passenger seat of the car, and I rubbed my face with both hands. I had heard the hurt in her voice when I told her I wouldn’t be coming home until late, and it really was sad to hear that, and I hated the distance this life kept putting between us.

A tap on the window pulled me back, and Dean leaned in.

“Everything alright, boss?” he asked.

I straightened.

“Yeah,” I said, though it sounded flat.

Dean frowned.

“You don’t look alright.”

“I’m fine,” I said again. “Just thinking.”

I had still been talking to Grandpa Tobias when Dean called me. He’d sounded urgent and said there was a meeting my own men had set up because they were obviously angry about me wanting out, and he said they meant to turn on me.

“What’s the point of all this, Dean?” I asked now as we drove through the fading light of the day. “I already know they hate me, and they hated me m