What was inside that kraft envelope was even more vicious than I had imagined.
The territorial bloodbath five years ago—the one that killed my father and got Kairo exiled—had not been orchestrated by anyone else.
It was Damon.
Back then, he had been nothing more than an insignificant enforcer at the docks.
To climb higher, he sold the Family’s defense layout to our enemies.
Then he forged evidence and dumped all the blame onto Kairo.
My father died.
Kairo was exiled.
And Damon, taking advantage of the Family’s leaderless chaos, squeezed his way step by step into the inner circle.
Then he met me.
Met the blind fool who would hand him the entire Crescent Family, and the Don’s seat, with both hands.
I stared at the evidence.
The love I had carried for five years cooled inch by inc
