After everything the close calls, the fear, the nights I wasn't sure I'd make it through the organization that had torn through my life was finally, mostly gone. The last time that desperate pair came looking for Sergio, it was obvious they had nothing left to bargain with. The threat had crumbled, and with it, a lot of the anger I'd been carrying.
The Sander family had done damage I wouldn't pretend away. But they had paid for it in ways that were hard to ignore, and what I saw in them now wasn't arrogance. It was something quieter and more broken.
Malcom had a prosthetic leg now, fitted beneath his dress pants so smoothly you wouldn't notice unless you were looking for it.
