Honorable Traitor | Tarlos | [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 3

Wyatt's POV

I sneaked upstairs while everyone was having dinner. Once upstairs I located TK's room.

I know I'm not doing the right thing, snooping through a fellow capo's room.

It's an invasion of privacy and it's just plain rude.

But I swear I saw TK messing around with his belt.

It was more than just fixing the buckle, he was genuinely doing something to his belt.

Once I reached TK's door I was surprised to find it locked. We don't usually lock our doors, because we trust the other members of the family.

Why would he have his door locked unless he's hiding something?

I pulled the bobby-pin I got from my girlfriend out of my pocket.

I easily got the door opened and silently stepped in the room.

After closing the door behind me I took a look around the room.

It looked normal.

The bed was made, the dresser and nightstand where tidy, and his clothes where hung neatly in the closet.

I chose to start with the closet, looking through all his clothes, checking the shelf, and looking inside his shoes. Nothing there.

I went to his nightstand second. I poked around in the two drawers of his nightstand, but found nothing but extension cords and books.

Dinner was almost over and everyone would be returning to their rooms soon.

I chose to very quickly look through his dresser before having to leave.

In the bottom middle drawer of his dresser, underneath all his clothes there it was.

A computer.

Who the hell hides their computer?

I opened the computer and was met with a screen asking for a password.

I started thinking about TK.

After thinking for a moment I typed - 1026.

October twenty six. The date of TK's induction ceremony.

He probably should've made his password harder to guess because after hiring enter the computer unlocked immediately.

His home screen was littered with files. Upon further inspection I learned they were audio recordings.

Recordings of everything. Business deals, private conversations, dinners, meetings.

There's no way he has all this and isn't a cop.

I closed the computer quickly before tucking it under my arm and leaving the room.

I had to show this to the boss.

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Carlos' POV

"Have you had any really successful money making scams lately?" I asked TK.

"Uh, nothing out the ordinary." He said vaguely, glancing to the hallway on the left.

I'll admit it is adorable how awkward he is during conversation.

Before I was able to try to keep conversation flowing I saw a bunch of people sprinting towards us.

I quickly looked behind me to see what the problem was, but no one was behind me.

Two guards, my father, and another capo named Wyatt were running to us.

The guards got to us first and both grabbed one of TK's arms. Effectively holding him in place.

"What the fuck is going on here!" I shouted in surprise about to tackle a guard.

My father ran towards me and grabbed my shoulder.

"Carlos stay calm!" He said strictly

"Dad! What is happening!" I yelled gesturing to the guards holding TK's arms.

TK wasn't even fighting he just stood there with a lost look on his face.

"This man is a cop!" My father spat while pointing at TK.

"What?" I muttered.

"Wyatt found his laptop, and now we're locking him up." My father nodded his head and the guards dragged TK away. He didn't try to get away or say he was innocent, he just walked with them.