The burden of betrayal was a weighty thing. It curled around the room like smoke, suffocating, ever-present. The grainy images on the laptop screen played and jerked to a stop, and played again, a few seconds from Dario Romano, their cousin, standing in a dark alley with one of Viktor Bratva’s men, his voice low.
A man they had thought was blood.
A man who had sold them out.
A Brother’s Betrayal
The silence was long and suffocating. Luca was the first to react, striking the wooden table with his fist with enough force that the laptop nearly flew off the top. “That son of a b***h,” he growled, his dark eyes flashing with anger.
Marco stood up slowly, and still weak from when he was in Viktor’s hands. His ribs hurt from the fractures he hadn’t yet healed from, but the pain felt distant
