I want answers

"There's been a situation," Marco says quietly, his face tight with concern. Marco is one of the few men Roberto trusts without question, his loyalty has been unwavering, and he's seen Roberto through countless battles.

"One of your shipments, it's gone. The entire convoy was ambushed."

Roberto's chest tightens, but he doesn't show it.

"Ambushed? What do you mean, ambushed?"

Marco hesitates before answering, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

"It looks like it was a well-coordinated hit, Roberto. They knew where the convoy would be, and they hit hard. There's nothing left."

Roberto stands up sharply, his chair scraping against the floor.

He takes a breath, trying to control the rising tide of fury within him. "Who's behind this?"

Marco glances at the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes.

"I don't know yet," he admits. "But I suspect it's someone close. Someone with inside knowledge."

A chill runs down Roberto's spine.

The thought of betrayal, especially from within his own circle, is a dangerous one.

"I want answers,"

Roberto says, his voice low, almost dangerous.

"Find out who did this. And when you do, we'll make them regret it."

 Roberto's mind is racing as he sits in the dimly lit safe-house, his fingers twitching with barely contained rage.

The faces of those he's trusted, the men and women who have stood by him, flicker in his mind.

But there's one face that haunts him more than the rest, Bella.

His wife.

The woman who, for all her beauty and strength, is the one person who could bring him down.

And she's already making her move.

He slams his fist on the table, the impact echoing in the quiet room.

He can't afford to lose, not now.