Chapter 5 - WHISPERS OF TREASON
The failed hit ignited a silent war in the streets of Chicago. Vincent was furious, locking down the syndicate's territories, but he was also deeply unsettled by his son.
"How did you know, Liam?" Vincent had signed to him in his private office, his massive hands trembling with a mixture of pride and paranoia. "No one saw them."
Liam had just stared at him. He couldn't explain Ava. In the mob, an anomaly was a vulnerability, and vulnerabilities were eliminated. He kept her hidden in plain sight, promoting her to his personal assistant.
But the assassination attempt meant there was a leak. Russo knew the security rotation.
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"It's Frankie D’Amico," Ava said one night in Liam's penthouse, her voice a soothing balm against the violent stress of the week. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the skyline. "I heard him talking on a burner phone in the coatroom. He promised Russo the routes for the shipping containers tomorrow night."
Liam’s jaw tightened. Frankie was a made man. A captain. Going after him without concrete proof would tear the family apart. But Liam trusted the voice in his head more than he trusted his own heartbeat.
