The Traitor's Reckoning

Dante

The ride to Roberto's villa was silent, too silent for three men with bloodlines founded on violence. The engine purred in the stillness, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut through. Cassian rode in the passenger seat, jaw clenched, eyes fixed forward. Marcello was seated behind me, boot tapping against the floorboard.

The morning had been long, with calls and half-answers, an