Eddy's POVThe plane dips low over the glittering city lights of São Paulo. Olivia leans against the window, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in wonder. She looks beautiful in the half-light of the cabin, even if she’s wearing combat boots and a bulletproof vest under that leather jacket. I’ve seen her kill a man without blinking but in moments like this, she just looks... soft. Unreachable, but soft.I shift in my seat and try to focus on the mission. Angela McGregor. Daughter of John Chen. The only loose thread left in a knot Kelvin wants tied and burned. That’s why we’re here.And yet, ever since we boarded this flight, it’s been impossible to ignore the shift in the air between us.“Ever been to Brazil before?” she asks suddenly, her voice playful as she turns to face me.“No.”“Didn’t think so. You’re too... structured. The kind who’d take vacation time just to do target practice in the woods.”I don’t answer.She smirks. “Relax, soldier boy. We’re not here for war. Yet.”I glance

Olivia’s POVBrazil is noisy, wild, and beautifully chaotic.The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but I’m already awake, sipping bitter hotel coffee and staring out at the city of Rio de Janeiro from the narrow balcony. Eddy is still in bed, half-buried in sheets, his arm stretched to where I used to be. I haven’t told him yet, but I didn’t sleep a wink. Something about this place feels off.My phone buzzes on the small table.Finally.I swipe it open and tap the encrypted line.“It’s me,” I whisper. “Talk.”On the other end, my Brazilian contact, Gabriella, breathes heavily like she ran to take the call.“You were right, Olivia. She exists. Her name’s Laura McGregor. Passport confirms it. She’s been living in Santa Teresa alone since her mother passed away last year.”My heart skips.John Chen, you bastard. You really did have a daughter stashed here.Gabriella continues, “She’s working part-time at a bookshop. Has no clue who her father really was.”I lean against the wall, heart racing.