I stood in the shadows near the bank of floor-to-ceiling windows, watching through the tinted glass as the police squad escorted Adam into the back of a heavily armored van.

He had taken the fall in my place.

The moment the tactical units breached the lower floors, Black realized these weren't the local precinct officers under our syndicate's payroll. They were specialized state troopers—ambitious cutthroats looking to make a name for themselves by putting a Don behind bars.

It would have been effortless to order my men to wipe them out right there in the lobby. But firing a single round inside my father's corporate headquarters would have ruined his...