Honor Among Wolves

s, the aged whiskey, the faint scent of cigars-it was a place of deals, betrayals, and last conversations. And tonight, it would be Vince Moretti's last. Miriam sat at t

ith Russo." The color drained from Vince's face. Matt exhaled. "Just tell me why." Vince swallowed hard. "I didn't have a choice." Matt's jaw tightened. "There's always a choice." Vince's hands trembled. "They came to me months ago. They had evidence-enough to put Dominic and half the crew away for life. If I didn't cooperate, they'd pin something on me too. I-I thought I could control it. Feed them scraps. Keep you safe." Matt stared at him. Safe? "You think I needed protecting?" His voice was cold now. Vince's eyes glistened. "I didn't want it to end like this, Matt." Matt nodded slowly, then picked up his glass and took a sip. "Neither did I." The silence stretched. Then, in one smooth moti