Marcus stared.
“You…”
She nodded.
“My assignment wasn’t to destroy your uncle.”
“It was to identify the traitor inside his organization.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“So this whole time…”
“I was watching everyone.”
“You included.”
Another door opened.
Vincent entered.
His shoulder was bandaged.
He looked older than yesterday.
Not weaker.
Just tired.
Marcus glared at him.
“You should’ve killed me.”
Vincent remained silent for a long moment.
“When your father died…”
“I promised I’d raise you like my own son.”
Marcus looked away.
“You taught me everything.”
“I did.”
“You taught me power.”
“I taught you loyalty.”
Marcus laughed.
“Loyalty doesn’t buy kingdoms.”
“No.”
Vincent replied quietly.
“But betrayal always destroys them.”
Marcus lowered his head.
For the first time…
He had nothing to say.
Weeks later…
The Torino mansion stood strangely quiet.
Most of the criminal network had collapsed.
Not because rival families defeated it.
