Chapter 128 Never Go Home Again

• The Lincoln Continental's tires screeched to a stop as Mason pulled up to St. Catherine's. His knuckles went white on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the weathered brick facade like a hitman studying his mark. This joint should've felt like relief, even clarity, driving toward a place tied to his childhood. Instead, his gut twisted with the kind of warning that had kept him breathing through Chicago's bloodiest turf wars.
• The dashboard lit up with his phone's buzz, cutting through his dark thoughts.
• Sophia’s name lit up the screen.