“Casualties and Consequences”


Luther’s POV

I laughed inwardly as I heard about the loss of my men, Not out of joy. Never that.

But the audacity. The sloppiness. The betrayal that bled through every bullet wound. They knew the risks. And I—well, I don’t take failure lightly.

Somewhere in the shadows of my underground office, Marco stood silently, watching my expression shift as I tapped the side of my glass. Whiskey neat. No ice. No weakness.

Then the burner phone ...