It was a clean break, allowing him to reap the rewards of the coup without being branded a traitor.
But now, what Leo was demanding was on a completely different level.
He wanted Monroe to step into the spotlight, take up the knife, and personally stab the old boss who had once promoted him.
Once he did that, there would be no turning back for Monroe.
Leo was even prepared for a round of intense negotiations with Monroe.
But he hadn't expected Monroe to agree so quickly—a speed that unsettled him.
But Monroe had already extended his hand, leaving Leo with no choice.
Leo grasped Monroe's hand.
Their hands met mid-air.
Leo felt Monroe's palm. It was cold and dry.
It didn't feel like a handshake. It felt more like touching the scales of a snake.
"Don't disappoint me, Leo."
Monroe tightened his grip.
"I've pushed all my chips onto the table. I've betrayed Washington, betrayed Campbell, and betrayed the rules of the party."
"If you fail to take down Campbell."
