Xavier's rage slammed his fist against the leather seat of his Mercedes, the impact making a dull thud that echoed in the tense silence of the car. The guard seated beside the driver flinched but kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, knowing better than to acknowledge his boss's outburst.
"Goddamn it!" Xavier shouted, his usually composed face now contorted with rage. "I knew it. I f*****g knew it!"
The image from the news broadcast kept replaying in his mind—security footage showing him with the Moretti family, discussing the fact that Ghost was Victor. Money spread across the table like a fan of death sentences. Every bill potentially another nail in his coffin.
"There's a rat, a f*****g rat!" he seethed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, now slightly disheveled from his
