AIDEN's POV
"Do you really think you're worthy of being part of this team?" I said, taking a long drag from my cigarette, exhaling the smoke with deliberate slowness to calm the tension simmering inside me.
Ralph sat slumped against the wall, his hands bound, his face bruised and bloodied. But the sight of him beaten down did nothing to satisfy the anger seething within me.
"I’ve never wronged Michael. I never stole from him," he spat, blood trailing from his mouth as he glared up at me.
"Does he know about your little collaboration with Rosalie’s father? About how you manipulated a young girl into signing that debt contract?"
Ralph let out a laugh, loud and mocking, as if daring me to push harder.
"Were you always this noble and righteous, Marco?"
He was right; I hadn’t cared about
