Chapter 41 A Traitor's Fate

• The docks stretched into the night, the waves lapping against the worn wooden piers. **Serria stood in the shadows, her hands clenched into fists.** The betrayal burned deep—**Vince had played them.** And now, she was going to make him regret it.
• Dante leaned against a crate, reloading his gun. “We sure about this? If Vince ran to Valvatore, this could be a trap.”
• Serria’s eyes burned with fury. “He’s not running to Valvatore.”