The drive back to Matt's apartment was quiet, but his mind was anything but. A rat. Someone in their crew was feeding information to the feds, and if he didn't find out who soon, it could cost them everything.
The city lights blurred past as he gripped the wheel, Dominic's words echoing in his head. He had known betrayal before—seen it, smelled it in the air—but this was different. This was from within.
By the time he pulled into the underground parking garage, he had a name in mind: Vince Moretti.
Vince had been acting strange lately—missing meetings, avoiding eye contact, always checking his phone. He was family, but in this life, that meant nothing.
Matt took the elevator up to his penthouse. The moment he stepped inside, a voice greeted him from the shadows.
"You look like you just killed a man," said Miriam, leaning against the kitchen counter.
She was the only person who could walk into his home unannounced and live to tell about it. Dressed in all black, her sharp green eyes studied him, looking for cracks in his armor.
"Not tonight," Matt said, pouring himself a drink.
Miriam arched a brow. "But soon?"
He exhaled. "Depends on what I find out about Vince."
She walked over, placing a hand on his arm. "If he's the rat, you know what you have to do."
Matt nodded. He knew. But Vince wasn't just some soldier in the family—he was a childhood friend. And if he was a traitor…
Then blood had to be spilled.