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I snuck into a sex club with a fake ID during my sophomore year of college. I bumped into him and we somehow ended up kissing like two starved humans. He stole every last shred of my common sense. I fell head over heels and pursued him relentlessly—until the man learned my age and decided I was too young.

Who would have ever guessed that mobsters had scruples?

“Sienna, I’m waiting.” Kristoff’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His narrowed eyes were on me. “I’m hoping there is a good reason why you would deliberately plant evidence against Tyran Callahan.”

I attempted a feeble smile. “Well, it’s not like the man is innocent.”

“Sienna.”

I pushed my hands into my hair and tugged on the strands. “I know, I know. Should I tell the FBI it was a misunderstanding? Or maybe his family?”

He straightened. “His family doesn’t know you’re behind him getting arrested?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I don’t think so.”

“Does Tyran?”

These bars won’t keep me here long, little blondie. Once I’m out, be ready. Because I’m coming for you.

It was a message from an unknown number, but there was no mistaking who sent it. There was only one person on this planet who called me little blondie, and it was Tyran Callahan.

I stared at Kristoff, worry etched into every line of his face. For a moment, I was tempted to lie and tell him Tyran didn’t know it was me who had set him up, but the truth was that I was scared shitless.

And I didn’t know who else to ask for help.

“I believe Tyran knows.” I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“And his brothers?”

Tyran had a twin brother named Kyran who was a bit more reasonable and less crazy than Tyran, albeit not by much. He also had an older brother, Aiden Callahan, who was the head of the Callahan mafia family.

“I don’t think so,” I murmured. “For some reason, he didn’t tell his brothers.”

I was certain I’d already be dead if they knew. However, I was still breathing, which meant Tyran had other plans for me… and that scared me even more.

“There’s more,” I started slowly.

Kristoff shot me an exasperated look, but beneath it was a flicker of fear.

“The FBI wants me to testify against him in another case—one that could put him away for life.”

“What case?”

“Drugs. Illegal smuggling. Racketeering.” I swallowed. “Murders.”

“Jesus Christ.” I hated that I was the reason behind Kristoff’s stress and worry. I wanted to show the man my appreciation for what he’d done for my mom and my sisters, not add to his plate. “You’re supposed to be worried about midterms and your ridiculous tuition and whether your roommate is stealing your clothes. You’re not supposed to know the dealings of an Irish crime lord or be the reason for his imprisonment.”

“I didn’t plan for it to go this far.”

“Then what did you plan?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered.

“What were you thinking, Sienna? He and his family are notorious criminals. They could wipe out our entire family in retaliation.”

I had no answer. Revenge and anger had driven me for months, and I didn’t exactly think through what would happen once my plan came to fruition.