64. A Crack On The Surface

Aella

The walk back to the office is a weighted journey, each step heavier than the last. The information that Esteban gave me has caused my mind to start whirling.

Vasily’s thirst for power knows no bounds, and it’s disconcerting how easily he’s manipulated Diego. I reach Roman’s office door, taking a deep breath before walking in.

Roman and Kaden are deep in deliberation. Their brows are furrowed and the atmosphere is thick with tension. Papers are strewn across Roman’s desk, maps and charts outlining the territories of various packs and cartels.

“We can’t just march in there, Ro,” Kaden is saying, pointing at a section on the map that marks the Ladron Cartel’s land. “It’s suicide. They outnumber us.”

“I’m aware, but sitting on our hands isn’t an option either,” Roman retorts, raking a hand through his hair, his rings glinting under the light. “If we don’t act, Vasily plays his hand, and we become sitting ducks.”

Kaden sighs and leans against the wall. “We need a mole, someone on t