Dante Cazador sat in his study, the dim light casting deep shadows on the walls as he read the message from one of his informants.

His jaw clenched, his dark eyes narrowing as the words sank in.

Rafael Bavvga.

The name made his blood simmer.

That cocky son of a bitch.

Dante had suspected him for weeks now, but this?

This was a betrayal on another level.

Rafael, the son of Romano Bavvga, a man Dante’s father had trusted.

A man Dante himself had tried to show some semblance of respect, was the one undermining his authority.

That fool had caused the death of his men and caused him losses...