Louis' POV
The pressure was high — too high.
Government officials breathing down my neck.
Agents, officers, informants — everywhere I turned, eyes were watching.
It wasn't the first time things had gotten messy, but this… this was different. Someone had slipped. Someone had talked.
Michael's voice still echoed in my ear, low but steady.
"They've already connected three of the shipments to our route."
I clenched my jaw. "And the source?"
"Unknown. But whoever's feeding them information knows enough to be dangerous."
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling through my nose. My pulse was steady, but my mind was racing. If this got out, if the investigation reached the wrong people, everything I'd built would collapse.
No—we'd collapse.
I thought of Charles again, of his soft smile, the way he used to look at me with unshaken faith. He saw me as something worth believing in. I couldn't let that version of me die — not yet.
