Chapter 65

• MONIQUE
• I sat in the small office inside one of my warehouses, the hum of activity from the men outside barely filtering through the thin walls. My hands rested on the edge of the desk, fingers tracing the rough wood as I thought about the plan I'd spent the last two days obsessing over. I knew the risks, the danger it posed—not just to me, but to everything I had built. It almost scared me, the thought of what I was about to do, of what I had planned. But fear wasn't something I had the luxury of indulging anymore. Not now.
• I exhaled slowly, pulling myself together. I had asked Richardson to reveal my identity to the most trusted of our cartel's workers—those who had been loyal from the beginning and a few new ones who had risen quickly through the ranks. Richardson had been the face, the one holding things down while I worked with Liam.