Chapter 18 - Exposing The Traitor Hiding Within The Inner Circle
Back at the DeLuca estate, the heavy iron gates swung open as their convoy rolled up to the grand front entrance.
As they stepped out into the courtyard, one of Lorenzo’s senior capos, Vincent, stepped forward to greet them with an overly eager smile.
“Boss! Thank God you’re back safe—we heard gunshots near Tribeca!” Vincent exclaimed, sweating nervously under his collar.
Lorenzo stopped dead in his tracks, his hand resting casually on the grip of his sidearm as he stared down his trusted capo.
“How did you know the gunshots were in Tribeca, Vincent?” Lorenzo asked quietly. “We never broadcasted the location over the radio.”
Vincent’s face drained of all color in a single heartbeat, his eyes darting toward the armed enforcers standing around the perimeter.
“I... I heard it on the police scanner frequency,” Vincent stammered, stepping backward.
“We use military-grade encrypted channels that police scanners cannot pick up,” Mason stated, stepping forward and leveling his pistol at Vincent's chest.
Vincent reached frantically inside his suit jacket, but Mason was faster, firing a single clean shot into his shoulder that dropped him to the pavement.
“You sold our estate blueprints to the Marinos syndicate,” Lorenzo stated, walking over to stand above the writhing traitor.
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“They... they offered me fifty million!” Vincent screamed, clutching his bleeding shoulder against the stone courtyard.
“Take him to the basement vault,” Lorenzo commanded without a trace of emotion. “Let him think about betrayal while we clean house.”
