For several seconds, nobody in the security room spoke.
The symbol stayed frozen on the screen. Simple. Two wolves facing opposite directions under a single crown. Small enough to miss. Unremarkable enough to forget.
Yet it had turned the whole room to stone.
Bella looked from the screen to Leo. “What is it?”
One of the older DeLuca capos answered before anyone else could. His voice came out strained, like he’d rather chew glass. “The Brotherhood.”
Bella frowned. “The what?”
The man immediately looked away. Regret flashed across his face. Like he’d said a name he wasn’t supposed to say out loud.
Leo noticed. “So it does exist.”
The capo swallowed. “No one knows.”
“That’s not true.” Leo’s voice was flat. Certain.
The room went quiet again. Because everyone knew he was right. Some
