Marco's POV
Alone. Armed to kill. Broken.
My heart was shattered in a million places. Even though I was the Don of the country, surrounded by millions of soldiers, it felt like I was alone.
There was a mole amongst us, smart, fast.
So far, the person had succeeded in destroying trails of evidence we managed to gather, only to meet a dead end.
Now, watching the arm of the faceless soldier with a scar sacred to them, it was my secret, and I was playing solo this time.
I pulled out my phone and ran through a few files.
The scar was familiar… too familiar to be skipped.
Scrolling through numerous photos with no trace, I continued the video, zooming in on the face of the guy…
He was masked. Another freaking dead end.
“Don?”
The door opened narrowly and Kaid poked his head i
