The news hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut. I could feel the ground shift under me as the implications settled in. Marshall, that snake, had shut down his entire operation at the docks. The same docks where I’d built my empire, moving product right under the noses of customs. Now, he’d flipped the table, and the Feds were closing in on me. My hands curled into fists as I stared at the report on my desk.
“Bastardo,” I muttered, the word slipping through gritted teeth. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the desk. I’d been prepared for a lot of things, but not this. Not Marshall pulling out completely and leaving me to face the heat.
Luca was the first to speak, his voice calm, but I could hear the edge of concern beneath it. “Boss, we need to get ahead of this. We’ve got
