I've lied, and stolen, and cheated. I've taken lives and assaulted men. I've gotten what I wanted through coercion, through intimidation, using force when necessary. I always win.
But a goddamn mutt managed to outsmart me.
Unbelievable.
"I'm on to you," I tell him, walking away. "Get your own fucking treats now."
I make my way to the bedroom, finding Karissa lying in bed, holding the baby. I stand there in the doorway, watching, feeling my chest tighten with emotion.
Her and him.
My life.
My second wind.
I'd take on the world for them.
And I promise you… I'd win.