Michael's POV
The courthouse loomed ahead of us, a monster of brick and stone waiting to swallow us whole. My gun felt heavy in my hand, heavier than usual. Maybe it was the weight of Victor's words still pressing down on me.
*You let him die? My brother?*
I pushed the thought away and focused on the building. Three entrances, all likely guarded. Two underground access points, according to Victor's intel. Intel from a man who'd been lying to me for years.
"You good?" Adrian asked, checking Tiara's pulse one last time before we moved.
"Never better," Tiara replied, her voice different already—harder, colder.
"Michael?" Costa's voice pulled me back. "What's the play?"
I took a deep breath. "We split up. Costa, take Sophia and Marcus through the service entrance. Victor, you're with me
