CRIMSON VENDETTA
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CRIMSON VENDETTA

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When James Moretti wakes up with a dead federal agent's blood on his hands, he has thirty minutes to remember what happened—and three powerful families who want him dead for it.
James is a captain in Westport's Moretti crime family—loyal, capable, and ambitious. He's spent fifteen years building a reputation that keeps his cousin Marco (the current boss) and their rivals at bay. But when a Syndicate operative frames him for murder, James's world shatters. His own family can't protect him. The law wants him dead. And the Syndicate has planted moles inside his operation.
The only way to survive is to find the truth. But in Westport's underworld, truth is the most expensive commodity.
Every answer James uncovers opens a new door to betrayal. His childhood friend Gianna knew about the frame before it happened—and said nothing. His own uncle Sal hides secrets about James's father's death. And the rival Valerio family has been playing the same losing game against the Syndicate for years.
Now James must navigate a city where loyalty is for sale, alliances shift with the wind, and the woman he loves might be the one pulling the trigger. The deeper he digs, the more he realizes: the murder wasn't about framing him. It was about breaking the Moretti family for good. And the only way to save his family is to become the very thing he's always despised—a man who sacrifices everything for power.
But becoming that man will cost James the one thing he has left worth fighting for: his soul.
Can he survive Westport's underworld without becoming its new monster?

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