#Chapter 64 - The Traitor Falls

Aldo The echo of gunfire ricocheted off the opulent walls of the Moretti estate, transforming the once-pristine mansion into a war zone. Smoke curled from the tips of shattered sconces, and the acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air. I crouched behind an overturned table, my jaw set and my gun poised. I needed to get Layla and Eli out. That was all that mattered. I needed to keep Marco distracted while my wife and child ducked from couch to sofa to shelf, making their way safely to the exit. And to do that … my gaze shifted to Marco, who’d taken cover behind a towering bookshelf on the side of the room. The man’s mocking voice carried through the chaos, sharp and cutting. “You think you’ve won, Aldo?” Marco sneered. “This isn’t over. It’s never over with us.” My grip tightened around the pistol in my hand. “You’ve lost, Marco. You’re cornered.” “Am I?” Marco’s laughter was cold, cruel. “It’s funny how quickly a man forgets who he can trust.” I frowned as the soft pat of