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A traitor whose punishment will serve as an example to all. The opportunity presents itself faster than I would have believed. One of Mike's lieutenants, a man named Kovacs, responsible for a lucrative port district, has been caught red-handed. Not with money, not with a woman. Worse. He leaked information about a convoy to a rival family, the O'Sullivans. The convoy was intercepted, three of Mike's men are dead. Treason is the worst disease in our world. It is contagious. It must be burned out with a hot iron, before everyone.

"We needed to kill off his brother because he betrayed the omertà." "He betrayed the what?" I raise a brow. "Omertà is the code of silence and honor that we uphold as members of this organization. Betraying the omertà is one of the most shameful things you can do as a made man," he continues. "And how does one betray this code?" I ask out of curiosity. "By having a big mouth and being a pussy," he smirks. I try to stifle my laughter, "Explain further, please."

He was the traitor. The confrontation was inevitable. There was no more time for subtlety. Isabella cornered him, her heart pounding in her chest as she demanded answers. His face twisted in guilt, and in that moment, the truth came spilling out. He had been working with the enemy from the start, sabotaging their efforts and feeding them information. It had been a slow burn, a quiet betrayal, but it was all out in the open now. Ethan’s motivations became clear—he had been promised something greater, something he thought was worth the risk. But now, as Isabella stared him down, there was no going back.

“He offered me and my men clemency in exchange for killing your ass and bringing him the woman.” Just as I thought. I released him and stepped back, smoothing my hair back with my hands. “You’re a fucking traitor. You turned your back on the law of thieves.” I didn’t give a shit that he’d turned his back on me and mine, but Konstantin had turned traitor the moment that he had broken the old code, the thieves’ code. It was well known from the old days that no Mafia Don, Pakhan, or otherwise would work with the government authorities to gain an advantage over his enemy. It was considered the ultimate act of betrayal, and no one ever lived because of it. “I did,” Konstantin replied with a heavy

“We now know that the traitor has been feeding our enemies critical information. This act of treachery not only endangered our defenses but also threatened to shatter the unity we’ve so desperately rebuilt. Today, we must confront this betrayal head-on.” Around the table, members of the inner circle—Hart’s trusted lieutenants, Kira, and even Elder Darius from the rogue camp—nodded solemnly. Their faces, etched with exhaustion and lingering distrust, reflected the shared pain of the revelation. For many, this was a wound that ran deep—a reminder that even in a pack united by hope, darkness could seep in from within.

With a heavy sigh, he began to unravel the web of deceit that had ensnared them all. "I was once a trusted member of the organization we sought to dismantle," Johnson confessed, his voice filled with remorse. "But along the way, I discovered a truth that shook me to my core. The very people I had pledged my loyalty to were using their power and influence to manipulate and control innocent lives."

"Don't speak. You're a liar. You knew. You let him taint the last piece of good I had. The one memory that wasn't corrupted by them." Anna understood the weight of the moment. The memory of Hannah was the foundation of his idealized self-image—the one time he felt truly loved. Liam’s confession had not just revealed a single betrayal; it had destroyed the entire narrative of his past, causing a total identity crisis. "I didn't know, Dylan, not until seconds before you walked in," Anna lied, smoothly and necessarily. She couldn't afford to let his abandonment fear solidify. "But listen to me, Liam's action was separate from your relationship with Hannah. His betrayal is his own. It does not m

Vic strode towards me but as I backed up a few steps, he stopped, and his face became flushed. "Thanks for all the trouble you took to organise this party for me, but I would have been fine even without it and I don't need certificate from you about my friends. They have been with me in my highs and lows and never left me. Unlike you. Remember that goon who used to harass me on my way to college in my first year? I was so scared that I almost thought of never going to college again. All my friends went and complained to the Principal against him and his gang, and guess what... that guy was never seen around again. They used to drop me and pick me up whenever I needed to, so that I am never l

"And that help came from me." The revelation hung in the air, a poisonous truth that poisoned the very core of our trust. Morticia's betrayal, orchestrated with a meticulous malevolence, cast a chilling pall over the kingdom. The pieces of a dark puzzle clicked into place, the shadows weaving a narrative of deceit and treachery. As I looked into Kieran's eyes, I saw the pain and disbelief mirrored in his gaze. Our world had been upended, and the foundation of trust upon which we had built our kingdom had been shattered.

I glance at Roger, whose lips are visibly twitching as he fights his own humor. “I know it was from Damon.” Kieran announces angrily, and I’m certain only the grace of the Goddess keeps my face straight. “He’s trying to bully me into betraying you all. But I will never join such a wolf.” He turns his gaze on Sinclair now, looking contrite. “I did not reveal to him that you are still alive, Dominic. I did not share any of the progress we’ve made here.” He sucks in a deep breath. “I should have told you about the offer as soon as I received it. But after seeing those camps today, after learning just how dishonorable our enemy is… I’ve made my decision. My allegiance is yours.” ________________