Chapter 79

• BANE
• IT HAD BEEN twenty-four hours since the fire that consumed the bodies of four people who had every-fucking-thing coming to them. I sat back in my office chair, scrolling through the news story on my iPad, looking for any hints that they were going to start sniffing around me. Absently, I scratched at the bandage taped to my chest, the shallow wound hardly worth fucking fussing over, but I didn’t want blood leaking through my shirt.
• Andy walked into my office looking like he hadn’t slept at all. He ran a hand through his dark hair and took a seat. In all the time he’d been my driver, he’d never set foot in my office, so it was strange to see him in here now. But the bastard deserved to be here. He’d saved Dagger’s life. He’d gotten him to the hospital in time. Dagger had gone in for surgery to repair his liver that had been turned into a two-hole sieve with that gunshot wound. That, along with two blood transfusions, meant his injury was a bad one. He wasn’t out of the woods yet, but apparently, the worst was over. The first twenty-four hours post-op were the most critical. Dagger was still breathing, so I knew he’d pull through.