Chapter 80. The Grainy Footage

Rico drove through the highway like he had something to outrun. The road lights blurred past him as his foot pressed harder on the accelerator. The engine growled beneath him, steadily and angrily, much like the storm sitting in his chest.

His jaw was tight, his teeth clenched so hard they ached. His hands curled around the steering wheel, knuckles white. That call kept replaying in his head.

The warehouse footage has been restored.

That was all it took.

For weeks, he’d been working blind. Shipments going missing, deleted recordings, new routes getting invaded, and shadows instead of faces.

That bastard Bellini was behind all these. He wants to get him off being the Capo.

But who he planted as the rat, is who Rico wants to know.

All his men were hand-picked by him. Trained painfully under the four seasons. They were taught to answer to Rico, and no one else. They’ll rather take their own life, than betray him.

So who’s the traitor in t