Meanwhile, Saoirse and Veil had yet to part ways when they received word that a hit had been ordered on Roy.
"What's going on?" Roy asked, noticing the troubled look clouding Saoirse's face.
Saoirse bit her lip. "Veil, I… I want to ask you for a favor."
Over the course of their relationship, Saoirse had never once asked Veil for a personal favor. Every interaction between them had been built on mutual benefit and interest.
But this time, she couldn't hold back.
Veil smiled and gently pinched her cheek. "Go on. What is it?"
Saoirse let out a soft sigh. "Kosdy Murphy has put a price on Roy's head. He's hired enforcers from my Black Dragon Society to get it done. But Roy… he once caused a scene at the Queen's Bar and took down nearly thirty men all by himself. And I'm certain that wasn't even his full strength.
This time, I want you to be on standby—if things don't go as planned, I want you to kill him."
