Series: My uncle told me I was being shipped off to New Jersey to serve a mandatory alliance contract with a veteran syndicate partner named Gabe DeLuca.

Part 1 When I arrived at the docks after a twelve-hour bus ride, I found the man using Gabe’s name was actually Julian Kress, an [more…]

Frank Bruno stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed, casting harsh shadows on his face. “Three hundred thousand [more…]

Frank stared at the receipt, then at me, then back at the receipt, as if expecting the numbers to change. His thumb traced the printed [more…]

The two-hour deadline hung in the air, a ticking clock that resonated with the warehouse’s metallic silence. Julian stared at the door where Frank had [more…]

Devlin’s eyes darted nervously to his computer. “Yes, it does. All forensic auditors need it. But Vic watches all transactions. He has alerts set up [more…]

The next morning, the retaliatory strike from Vic came swiftly and savagely, precisely as I had predicted. Not against Julian, not against me directly, but [more…]

The drive to Brooklyn was tense. Julian navigated the back roads, avoiding main thoroughfares, his eyes constantly scanning the rearview mirror. We parked several blocks [more…]

The old ledger felt heavy in my hands, a ticking time bomb of financial secrets. Julian joined me in Sofia’s sitting room, his eyes scanning [more…]

The cold resolve I felt at the park hardened into a plan. Vic’s pledge of the docklands as collateral was a desperate gamble, but also [more…]

The emergency audit notification hit Vic Ross’s desk with the force of a concrete block. He slammed his fist on his polished mahogany desk, sending [more…]