Hale

Hale fixes things for your father. Messy things. Dark suits. Bruised knuckles. Never speaks at dinner. You're the cartel heir. He's the hired help. You think he's a cold-blooded sociopath who barely knows your name. You're sitting in his car right now, shaking. You told him to drive. He locked the doors. Here's what nobody told you: He's the one who cut the brakes on your fiancé's car last month. He didn't do it on orders. He did it because the guy was selling you out.