Sold to the Mafia king
he snapped, “because I thought you were different. But you turned out to be like your father. Betrayed the people who trusted you.”
Another burst of gunfire. Closer. Time was bleeding out.
“You don’t get to stand beside the man attacking my people and claim moral ground,” I said.
“I’m not standing with him,” Damien replied. “I’m standing against a lie.”
Kailen glanced at his watch. “Touching. Truly. But we should go.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Ruggero said, aiming for center mass.
Kailen moved fast — not toward us, but sideways, grabbing a control box on the wall and slamming something into it. The bay doors behind him began grinding shut.