Chapter 125

Chapter 125

As Russo carefully navigated the winding, hidden backroads, Annah, Martha, and her baby nestled securely in the backseat of the inconspicuous SUV. The moonlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees overhead cast fleeting shadows on their anxious faces. The air inside the vehicle was thick with tension, each passing mile amplifying their unease.

Suddenly, a voice crackled through Russo's concealed earpiece, sending a jolt of anxiety coursing through his veins. It was the unmistakable voice of his informant, delivering the news that he had feared most. Connor had apparently surrendered to Michael. Russo's grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white, pain radiating through him.

He had never anticipated Connor to capitulate so easily. A man of his caliber was known to never give up, never one to give up without a fight. Russo's mind raced with suspicions and doubts, his instincts warning him that this surrender was likely a part of a larger, mor