Masuk"Thomas told us to use the mounted machine gun to shred the submissive, because he knew the Triad would fall apart from the grief of losing their mate," the recording continues.I watch the Southside captains react to the undeniable truth, and any lingering sympathy they held for the rebellion evaporates into thin air.They realize this mutiny was never about fighting for their independence or preserving their legacy.Thomas just sold them out to a rival cartel for his own selfish gain, and he willingly ordered a hit on a young Boss who did nothing but try to unite our fractured families."T-that is a fake recording, and they are using artificial intelligence to trick you!" Thomas stammers in a sudden panic, yanking hard against his heavy chains."Vincent Rossi gave you stolen weapons to deplete our loyalist numbers in a messy firefight, and then he planned to sweep in today to slaughter whatever was left of your rebel faction," I announce in a loud and booming voice."You led your ow
I leave Beau sitting by the hospital bed and step out into the long corridor of the medical wing.My mate needs a few quiet moments to process the fact that Daniel survived the brutal night, but I do not have the luxury of resting right now.I have a fractured syndicate to glue back together before the sun rises over the horizon.Dean and Seth are already waiting for me near the heavy steel doors at the end of the sterile hallway."Are the perimeter guards in position around the estate walls?" I ask Dean, and I pause to wipe a smear of dried blood off the sleeve of my dark tactical shirt."Every single sentry is armed and watching the tree line just in case Vincent Rossi decides to launch a surprise attack," Dean confirms with a sharp nod of his head."What about the assembly in the central courtyard?" I question my brother, needing to make sure our audience is ready for the coming demonstration."Every captain from both the Northside and the Southside is currently standing out there
His heavy tongue makes his words sound clumsy, and he licks his chapped lips to find some moisture."You are safe in the estate medical wing, Daniel, and the doctors just finished fixing your shoulder," I explain quickly, trying to keep my voice steady.I reach over to the metal bedside table and pour a small cup of ice water from the plastic pitcher.Daniel turns his head on the pillow to look at me, and his tired eyes widen slightly when he processes my ruined appearance.He takes in the dried blood, the dark grease, and the dirt smeared all across my pale face."B-boss... you look like hell," he whispers with a weak attempt at a joke, flashing a tiny and lopsided smile.The brave smile immediately drops when a fresh wave of blinding pain hits his injured side.He sucks in a sharp and ragged breath through his teeth, and his left hand instinctively reaches across his chest.He tries to clutch the heavy bandages wrapping his right shoulder to apply pressure to the dull ache."Do not
The harsh fluorescent lights of the trauma wing hum with a low and steady buzz.The annoying sound bounces off the white tile floors and makes my pounding headache feel ten times worse.I sit rigidly in the hard plastic chair beside the steel hospital bed, and I refuse to lean back against the cold wall.The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is the only noise breaking the heavy silence in the sterile room.I focus all my attention on the steady green line tracing across the dark digital screen, watching every single peak and valley to make sure his heart keeps beating.I have not moved an inch since Dr. Evans finally let me inside the recovery bay.I certainly have not bothered to take a shower or change my ruined clothes.My dark tactical pants are still stiff with the thick concrete dust from the shredded shipping containers, and a heavy layer of dockyard grease coats my forearms.The worst part is the dark rust color staining my fingertips and my palms.I can still smell the sh
"The basic mathematics of your treason," I reply, folding my hands together in my lap."Vincent Rossi runs a massive cartel, and he hates sharing his smuggling routes with local syndicates," I explain, laying out the facts they intentionally ignored."Rossi gave you stolen weapons from our armory, but he did not give you any of his own cartel mercenaries to help you secure the waterfront, did he?" I ask, and I tilt my head to study their panicked reactions."He... he said we needed to prove we could handle the territory ourselves before he signed a treaty with us," the kid mutters, his voice wavering with deep doubt."Shut the fuck up, Carl, you do not talk to him!" the middle lieutenant barks, yanking against his steel chains with a desperate grunt."Carl is actually starting to use his brain, so you should let him speak," I advise the angry man with a dismissive wave of my hand."Rossi gave you those guns so you would deplete our loyalist numbers in a messy firefight, and then he pl
Seth's frantic voice blasts through my secure earpiece, and the sheer panic in his tone tells me exactly how bad the situation really is.I press the transmission button on my own radio and immediately patch a direct line through to the private medical wing hidden beneath the west wing of our estate."Dr. Evans, prep trauma bay one right now, because Seth is bringing Daniel in with a severed arterial shoulder wound," I order the head surgeon without wasting a single second on pleasantries.I switch my frequency to the main security channel and instruct the perimeter guards to open the heavy iron gates for the incoming vehicle.I stand in the center of the estate's tactical command room, and I watch the digital monitors as the bloody armored SUV screeches into the underground garage just a few minutes later.Seth kicks the back door open and sprints into the brightly lit medical corridor with Daniel's limp and bleeding body cradled against his broad chest.My tattooed brother screams a
The words echo in the large room, and the sheer audacity of Rhett's demand creates a heavy silence across the mahogany table. I rapidly calculate the absolute danger of his ultimatum, yet my body is far more concerned with the sharp, agonizing cramp that suddenly twists through my lower abdomen. I
The sharp cramp in my lower abdomen forces my eyes open before my morning alarm even has a chance to ring on the nightstand. I groan and press the heel of my right hand directly against my stomach, and I wait for the dull ache to subside, but the pain only radiates further down my thighs. This is t
The line rings three times before Dean picks up the encrypted signal. The noise of the hot shower echoes loudly off the ceramic tiles, so I have to press the phone hard against my ear to hear my partner."Dean, I need you to call the medical wing right now," I demand, and I keep my free hand firmly
The silence inside the large conference room becomes completely oppressive after Seth speaks his accusation, and my lead enforcer Daniel immediately shifts his weight defensively beside me. I feel the sudden urge to step backward toward the wooden doors, but I force my leather shoes to remain firml







