(Liam Romano's POV)
The silence in the safe apartment was a living entity. It was not peace, but the tense, charged calm that precedes the c***k of lightning. The revelation about Madison had poisoned the air, transforming my past into a minefield of lies. I felt a visceral need to act, to strike, to unravel the web of betrayal with my own hands. But a general does not charge into the darkness. First, I needed eyes.
"It's time to put our eyes on our banker," I announced, my voice breaking the silence like glass.
Costa, who was checking the arsenal in a discreet compartment, nodded once, his expression as readable as a block of granite. He was the perfect man for this: patient, methodical, and relentlessly discreet.
"I want everything," I continued, approaching the digital map of the ci
