It was supposed to be a simple job: Tail the Italian for an evening, see if he was up to anything shady, and report back to the Bratva.
But I didn’t expect him to go into gay bars. Is someone trying to out me to the Bratva? Am I being set up?
And what the hell do I do, now that my mark knows I’m following him?
It’s insulting, really. My organization wants to do business with the Russians, but they’re putting tails on me? That’s just bad manners.
But when that tail gets a beating from his own and for failing to tell them everything he knows about me, I know something is up.
Now, we’re both in way over our heads. Our only hope is working together.
And even then, I’m not so sure we’re getting out of this.
Content warnings include drug use, active addiction, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, domestic abuse.