Chapter 96

• The warehouse was silent except for Angelo’s labored breathing and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. He lay sprawled on the concrete floor, bruised and bloodied, as Rafael towered over him. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken decisions.
• Rafael’s fist trembled at his side, blood from their earlier fight dripping onto the floor. He had the power to end this—end Angelo’s betrayal, end the risk to his family. But as he stared down at the man who had been his friend, his ally, he felt the crushing weight of what that choice would mean.
• Angelo coughed, struggling to sit up, his voice hoarse. “Rafael... please. I didn’t want this.”