Armando gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away from the screen. If he kept watching, his anger might lead him to do something reckless. And right now, he couldn’t afford recklessness. His enemies already sensed vulnerability. They had come too close. For someone to breach their security… that meant there was a leak somewhere, and he was going to find it.
Just then, a sharp knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. Armando’s expression darkened. “Come in,” he said, his voice laced with impatience.
Alex entered, his usual stoic demeanor even more solemn. “We’ve traced a lead,” he reported. “It looks like they came through the south docks. There’s a network in play—a couple of our own men might’ve been compromised.”
Armando’s fists clenched. “Names?” he demanded, his voice
