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M y heart thudded inside of me as I watched Clementine Aziz get further away.

Sucking in a sharp breath as I studied her walk, my eyes flitting from the crown of fire pinned atop her head all the way down to that perfect sweetheart ass outlined in emerald silk.

Goddamn.

She was stunning.

My phone buzzed, and I checked the text from Balor.

Balor

Ready, Boss?

Me

Get the car. Change of plan. I’m taking her out today.

Baylor

On it.

Balor was a good man. A genius, really. Plus, he was family.

Ever since I started this campaign to bring my family name back to its former, and possibly even further, glory, I’d hand selected those I wanted working in my inner circle.

Of course, there were some I couldn’t get rid of. Uncles and cousins who were stuck in the old ways. But they were family, and hadn’t I made a promise to them all when I took a seat at the head of the table?

Yeah, I was still working to lift us all out of the muck my father buried us under when he ruined the Callahan name.

But I was doing it my way. No more petty crimes. No more running numbers, guns, and women. The world was way too small for that kind of shit these days.

With CCTV, advanced forensics, digital footprints, social media and a million other modern technological reasons, why even bother?

So instead, I turned our focus to protection. It was a long road, but fifteen years was a long time, and we’d built a nice name for ourselves.

Nice, but I was not finished.

I was looking for total redemption for the Callahan name.

And this was how I’d get it.