Matt didn't sleep that night.
After the confrontation at La Notte, he had followed Vince, keeping a safe distance as his old friend weaved through the city in his black BMW. It wasn't until Vince pulled into a run-down parking lot behind a closed diner that Matt knew—this was it.
From the shadows, he watched as Vince stepped out of his car and checked his surroundings before heading toward a dark SUV. The driver's side door opened, and a man in a suit stepped out. Even in the dim streetlights, Matt recognized him instantly.
Agent Daniel Russo. FBI.
Matt's blood ran cold.
There was no mistaking it now. Vince wasn't just talking to the feds—he was working with them.
Matt reached for his gun, but he hesitated. He wasn't supposed to hesitate. Not in this life.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath.
A movement behind him made him tense, hand tightening on the grip of his pistol.
"Easy, Matt," Miriam's voice whispered.
He turned to find her standing in the alleyway, her own gun drawn but lowered. She had followed him—of course she had.
"You saw it?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah. It's Vince."
Matt exhaled slowly. "I need to handle this."
Miriam's eyes darkened. "Then do it before Dominic finds out first."
She was right. If Dominic discovered Vince was a rat, he wouldn't just kill him—he'd make it a message. And despite everything, Vince had been Matt's friend once.
Matt took one last look at Vince before stepping back into the darkness.
Tomorrow, he'd call him in for a meeting.
And by tomorrow night, one of them wouldn't be walking away.