THE LITTLE LAMB IN THE WOLVES’ DEN
Hunter’s POV
I sat behind my desk, the warm glow of the security monitors casting shadows across my face. Smoke curled from the cigar between my fingers, thick and slow like the poison coiling in my blood.
Mirabella.
She haunted me like a soft ghost, delicate and infuriating. Her innocent looks were like knives dipped in honey; sweet enough to lure, sharp enough to cut. I wanted to cut her back. Slowly. Deeply.
The door to my office opened without a knock—only one man would dare that. Tobias.
“Boss.” His voice was tight and serious. “We’ve got a problem.”
I blew smoke from my nostrils. “Speak.”
“One of the runners. Mickey. Was caught snorting and injecting product in the back lot behind the east hall.”
The ash fell from my cigar like the last ner
