A mole?

Chapter nine

Dante

“Again?!” I barked, slamming my hands on the table. Luca was seated on the sofa, right in front of me. The worry on his face mirrored mine.

“Who do you think did it, this time? Alexandro?” He asked, running his hands through his hair.

“He can't be stupid enough to try it.” I shook my head.

“We can't tell. No one expected him to sink it, the first time.” Luca argued.

“But-” I turned my head slowly towards him. “The ship was top secret. How did he find out?”

There was only one way. Realization shone in Luca's eyes, when he looked at me again. “Cristo, it better not be.”

“God help whoever the mole is.” I was certain there was someone within my men, who was working against me. That same person would have informed the culprit.

“You're losing focus these days, Dante.” Luca remarked, as he lit a cigar.

“What do you mean?” Not in the best of moods, the last thing I wanted to hear was to be termed incompetent, by my younger brother.

“The new girl. You're