Chapter 8 - THE TRAITOR UNVEILED
The final piece of the puzzle snapped into place a week later. Lorenzo's tech team decrypted Silas’s private ledger. It wasn't just embezzlement. Silas had been selling Rossi trade routes to a rival cartel, using the massive influx of cash to hire Marcus’s crew as a disposable private army. Silas intended to wipe out the Rossi bloodline completely to assume control of the syndicate.
The tracker on Silas’s burner phone pinged an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the shipping district. "We end this tonight," Lorenzo told his men in the armory, his face a mask of absolute vengeance. He turned to me, his hands cupping my face. "Stay in the vault with Leo. Do not open the door for anyone but me."
But Silas was always one step ahead. The warehouse ping was a decoy. As Lorenzo’s convoy sped away from the estate, the true assault began. Explosions rocked the western wing of the mansion. Marcus hadn't run away; he had been hiding in the city, waiting for Lorenzo to leave the fortress unprotected. The alarms blared, and the heavy vault door I was hiding behind suddenly groaned under the pressure of a thermal drill.
