Chapter 2

The words cut like glass in my aching throat, even though I should be grateful I am not at the bottom of the river right now and for having him swoop in and save me from certain death at Tyler’s hands. I owe him fifty grand because of that stupid whore taking off with everything I had, trusting the wrong mousy little bitch, and letting myself get distracted. Still, Alexi Carrero has a reputation that precedes him in the underworld.

He’s the stuff nightmares are made of, and I just became something he owns. It’s a hard pill to swallow. He is head of his mafia family, operating under the guise of a businessman, but anyone worth their weight in c***** in this world knows that he’s the New York go-to man if you want to conduct any business in this city at all. Without his blessing and greasing of palms, you may as well get out of Dodge.

He swooped in and saved my bacon from mere street runners, and now I owe the leading man himself my life on a fucking platter. He is not som