Leonardo
The drive takes two hours, but it feels like an entire lifetime. Every minute that passes only sharpens the fire burning in my chest. My fists clench and unclench on my thighs as I stare straight ahead at the dark stretch of road illuminated by the headlights. None of my men speak, and I know it’s because they can feel the storm inside me.
What Dante told me immediately we left keeps replaying in my head.
Augustus Falcone is tied to a secret organ trafficking ring. Not just tied to it, he is one of the leaders. One of the orchestrators of the most cold-blooded, deadly rings in the country.
I shouldn’t be surprised anymore because every time I think I’ve reached the deepest part of that bastard’s darkness, I discover there’s another layer under it, rotten and vile. A part of m
