The night air was saturated with smoke and the metallic tang of gunpowder.
With hearts pounding as sirens blared in the distance, Luca, Sofia, Marco, Elena and Antonio squeezed into a space behind the warehouse.
They had barely made it out.
Antonio was panting, pain and fatigue wracking his body. His hands, raw still from the ropes that had tied him, rested on his knees.
Luca leveled his gun at him. “Talk.”
Antonio didn’t flinch.
“You don’t want to know.”
Sofia scoffed. “Oh, we do.”
Antonio looked up, his eyes shaded. “Then listen carefully.”
And with those words, the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
The Betrayal That Wasn’t Betrayal
Antonio had not turned on the Romanos by choice.
He had trapped Vincent in a corner over something much more lethal than money or autho
