I stormed back home, anger still clawing at my chest. Tonight, I bled money more than most men will see in a lifetime.

I can replace it, I have enough to cover the loss, but that’s not what gets under my skin.

If the boys hadn’t caught the traitors, I wouldn’t have known about that bastard Don Eric’s plans, and my other warehouses would have faced the same fate.

Everything my parents built would have crumbled, and I would’ve been the one to fail them.

I step ...