“No.”
Marcus swore.
“We cannot leave any indelible mark.”
Vincent felt something break inside him.
His daughter.
Sofia.
The only person he ever loved more than power.
She had left the family business years before, after begging him to end the violence.
Faced with his refusal, she disappeared to another state under a new identity.
Only three people knew where he lived.
Vicente.
Frame.
And his personal lawyer.
Marcus knew it.
Of course he knew it.
Vincent himself had confided the information to him.
Elena watched the understanding reflected on Vincent’s face.
“I heard them yesterday,” he murmured.
“They’ve already hired people to find her.”
