The photo burned into my brain.
Tommy Vega. The kid I had been trying to save from this life. Sitting across from a man in cartel colors, money stacked between them on the table.
"No." The word came out strangled. "That cannot be right."
"But it is." Derek stepped closer, still wearing that cruel smile. "Your little charity case has been working with the Sinaloa Cartel for months. Feeding them information about both clubs."
My father grabbed the phone, his face going dark red. "Where did you get this?"
"I have been tracking unusual activity around the territories. Tommy made mistakes. Got sloppy." Derek shrugged. "The cartels promised him his own crew, his own territory. All he had to do was make sure this alliance never happened."
"By killing Eva," Albert said, his voice deadly quie
