“Every single cent of the thirty-two million,” Vincent said.

“Along with the offshore routing numbers, the shell company registrations, and the transaction logs.”

I stood behind Vincent, my chest tight as I watched Marcus’s shoulders sag under the weight of the revelation.

The fear radiating from Derek was almost loud enough to hear.

“Marcus, wait,” Derek said, his hands shaking as he reached for the older man’s sleeve.

“We had a deal. You said if I brought you the girl and the papers, you would handle Moretti.”

Marcus did not even look at Derek.

He flicked his wrist, knocking Derek’s hand away as if he were an annoying insect.

“The deal is dead,” Marcus said.

“My entire family is going to be frozen by morning,” Marcus muttered, his eyes darting toward the dark perimeter of the courtyard.

“You threw us to the wolves,” Marcus said to Vincent.

“You threw yourselves to the wolves when you came onto my property with forged papers,” Vincent replied.

He stepped closer to Marcus, his shadow completely swallowing the shorter man.

“I protect what is mine,” Vincent said.