Costa's POV
Blood dripped from my knuckles as I stared at the man tied to the chair. His left eye was swollen shut, his lips split in three places. Still, he wouldn't talk.
"Let me ask you again," I said, keeping my voice calm. "How long have you been feeding information to The Commission?"
Marcus—my trusted lieutenant for eight years—spat blood onto the concrete floor. "Go to hell, Costa."
I smiled, wiping my hand on a rag. "Funny. That's where everyone says I'm going anyway."
The warehouse was quiet except for the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe. In the corner, Sophia watched with her arms crossed, face blank. She always hated this part.
"You know what hurts the most?" I leaned close to Marcus. "Not that you betrayed me. But that I never saw it coming."
"You never see a
