Falling for the devil.(+18)

Fractured trust.

Warning contains :The following chapters include strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may be disturbing to some,

"I don't know! Someone tipped off the rival gang," Delia replied, her eyes wide with fear. "We think they might have had an inside man. I've been searching for clues, but everything's a mess."
Xander stepped closer, scanning the disarray. "Do we have any leads? Any idea who might have leaked the information?"
Before Delia could answer, a crew member burst into the room, breathless. "We might have a lead! We got word that a girl was spotted near the docks. She could know something about the heist."
"We need to find her," Xander said, "If she has information, we can use it."
With the clock ticking, Hunter's thoughts raced. He felt the familiar burn of betrayal creeping in, but he pushed it aside. "Let's split into teams. We'll cover more ground that way."
Delia nodded, urgency written all over her face. "I'll coordinate here. You two take the lead on finding the girl."
As they geared up and prepared to leave, Hunter's mind churned with conflicting emotions.
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After a fews min
They found her at a rundown bar near the docks, surrounded by the flickering neon lights and the murmur of low voices. Hunter's heart raced as he pushed through the door, scanning the crowd. There she was, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her posture confident as she laughed with a group of shady characters.
"Hunter?" Xander nudged him, sensing his agitation. "You good?"
"No," Hunter growled, his eyes fixed on the girl. "Let's just get this over with."
They approached her, and the laughter died down.
Hunter's heart raced Anger, confusion, and a flicker of hope collided within him. "Adrianna? What the hell is are you doing involved in this?"
She looked up, her smile faltering as she met Hunter's intense gaze. "Well, well, if it isn't the infamous mafia boss," she said, her tone teasing, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes-fear or guilt, perhaps.
"Cut the crap, Adrianna," Hunter snapped, leaning closer. "We need information. The shipment got stolen, and we think you know something about it."
Her expression shifted, becoming serious. "I'm not involved in this, Hunter. I swear."
"Then why the hell were you hanging around the docks?" Hunter pressed, his voice low and dangerous. The tension between them crackled like a live wire.
Adrianna held his gaze, and for a moment, he saw the vulnerability behind her bravado. "I'm just trying to survive out here. I heard whispers, but I didn't think it would come to this."
Hunter clenched his jaw, battling the urge to trust her. "You need to tell us everything you know. Lives are at stake."
"I overheard a few guys talking about a shipment being intercepted. They mentioned your crew specifically," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't know it would happen this soon."
Hunter's heart raced as the weight of her words sank in. "Do you know who's behind this?"
"Not for sure, but I have my suspicions. It's someone close to you," she replied, her eyes darkening.
Hunter felt a mix of anger and disbelief. "Someone in our crew? Who?"
''I don't know-'' she replied
Hunter's fists clenched tighter around his phone, the screen glowing like a beacon of betrayal in the dim light of the warehouse. The news of the stolen shipment hit him like a freight train, the weight of it crashing down with a ferocity that ignited a wildfire in his chest. He paced back and forth, his boots thudding against the concrete floor as his mind raced through the implications.
The heat of rage boiled over, twisting his stomach and blurring his vision. "How the hell could this happen?!" he growled, his voice low and lethal. The thought of a traitor lurking among them made his blood run cold. He threw a heavy steel crate against the wall, the sound echoing like thunder in the empty space. "Who the fuck did this?!"Xander stepped back, hands raised defensively, eyes wide with concern.
"Hunter, bro, let's think this through—"
"No!" Hunter snapped, cutting him off with a glare that could slice through steel. "We're not thinking. We're hunting. I want every fucking person in this crew looking for that snitch. I want to know who it is, and I want them to know I'm coming for them."
The calm facade of the warehouse shattered as Hunter's voice rose, filled with a primal fury. He lit up cigarette after cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a storm cloud, adding to the tension in the air. His icy blue eyes burned with an intensity that made even the toughest members of his crew falter.
"Get everyone on it," he growled, his voice a low rumble filled with menace. "If I find out who it is, they won't just regret it—they'll wish they were never born." Each word dripped with venom, fueled by the anger coursing through his veins.
He spotted one of his crew members, a rookie named Derek, rifling through a box for clues. Hunter's anger pulsed through him like a live wire as he paced the dimly lit warehouse, the weight of betrayal heavy in the air. The news of the stolen shipment had shattered the fragile calm, but it was the thought of what Rafa that twisted the knife deeper.