Chapter 135
Daphne POV
"This is not a bloody game, Raffaele! Get it together. Both our heads are on the line!"
I slam my fist against the polished train car table between us, the force rattling the untouched wine glasses.
Raffaele winces, rubbing his temple like it might shield him from my fury.
"I know, it's just—"
"No."
I cut him off coldly.
"You are a Castellano. Act like one. There's only so many slip-ups we can afford, and this? This is the third mole in five days. Once is unfortunate. Twice is a pattern. Three times? It's sabotage."
He opens his mouth to argue, but I hold up a hand.
"These people may have been your friends once. You may have grown up with them. But they've made it clear they don't see you as family anymore. And if you're not careful, they won't just take us down—they'll bury us."
