I’ve watched the mobster from afar for years.

But he found out he’s been hacked–and now he’s coming for me.

This city is my home, and my best entertainment. Who needs TV when I’ve got this freakshow at my fingertips?

I like to know everything–all the schemes, the threats, the betrayals. Usually, I kick back and watch it unfold with popcorn, but when it’s him in danger, I can’t resist.

I send a warning. My weird little crush demands it. And though it saves the mobster… well, he’s not exactly grateful.

He sends his own warning. He’s going to find me, and then he’ll kill me.

Honestly.

Is it really so hard to say thank you?