Christopher:

“What the fuck did you do that?!” I shouted, slapping Luciano across the face.

Luciano wiped the blood from his lip, eyes blazing. "Oh, so now you get it? Too bad you’re too late. You had your chance, Chris. A whole damn week. A week to decide. Your friend, or your boss." His voice lowered, dripping with bitterness. "You know, what I posted online? Those documents? You handed them to me. You’re the one who gave me the means to strike. You didn’t even hesitate."

I ...