I never thought that the past would come back to haunt me in such a manner. One minute, I was working my undercover op—fighting to keep my cover and get information on the syndicate—and the next, I was staring at the business end of a memory that I'd tried so hard to forget. It started on an overcast evening when I received an unscheduled call on a burn phone. The voice at the other end was harsh, full of venom and familiarity that I knew only too well.
"Liam, long time no see," the caller said. My gut dropped. The voice belonged to Victor "Viper" Marconi, an enemy I'd presumed dead for decades. His sadism and his vendetta against me were legendary. "Victor?" I managed to stutter, refusing to accept what I was hearing. "I thought you were dead."