Chapter 8 08

Maya's POV

My knees hit the tiles. “Dante!”

I heard footsteps behind me,heavy, deliberate. I spun, gun up.

Sofia Moretti stood in the doorway, coat open, a pistol loose in her hand. No smile. Just cold eyes and the faint smell of cigarette smoke on her.

“You’re late,” she said.

I rose slowly. “...