The Quinn Meeting
The Quinn mansion was unusually quiet that night.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the kind that carried tension in the air—like a storm gathering somewhere in the distance.
The meeting room on the lower floor was dimly lit. Heavy wooden walls surrounded a long dark table that had seen decades of Quinn family decisions. Some of those decisions had built empires. Others had ended lives.
Tonight felt like it might become one of those nights.
Alexander Quinn stood at the head of the table, his hands resting against the polished surface. His expression was calm as always, but those who knew him well could see the faint tension in his jaw.
One by one, the others entered the room.
Levi was the first.
He pushed the door open lazily and walked in like he had just been called to a casual dinner instead of a high-level mafia discussion.
"Please tell me this isn't another three-hour lecture about 'being careful,'" he muttered as he dropped into one of the chairs.
Alexander didn't look at him.
"Sit down."
Levi smirked but obeyed.
Next came Kiel.
Unlike Levi, Kiel moved with sharp awareness. His eyes scanned the room automatically, observing exits, shadows, everything. He had always been the most tactical among them.
"Something serious?" Kiel asked as he sat down.
"Very," Alexander replied.
Then Ezekiel walked in.
Ezekiel wasn't technically a Quinn by blood, but everyone in the room knew he was as close as family could get. Tall, composed, and always calculating, he carried himself with the confidence of someone who had grown up in the same dangerous world.
"Well," Ezekiel sighed as he took his seat, "this already feels unpleasant."
Behind him, Hannah entered.
She closed the door quietly and leaned against the wall instead of sitting.
"You all look like someone died," she said calmly.
Levi glanced at her.
"Give it time."
Alexander finally straightened.
"There's a problem."
The room went silent immediately.
Because Alexander Quinn did not call meetings unless something serious was happening.
Kiel leaned forward slightly.
"What kind of problem?"
Alexander slid a file across the table.
"The police."
Levi groaned loudly.
"Oh fantastic. My favorite topic."
Ezekiel opened the file and scanned the documents quickly.
His relaxed posture slowly disappeared.
"Well," he said quietly, "this is not good."
Hannah crossed her arms.
"What did they find?"
Alexander answered calmly.
"They're investigating our shipping routes."
The room stiffened.
Kiel's eyes narrowed.
"How much do they know?"
Alexander paused.
"Enough to start asking questions."
Levi leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Ezekiel flipped another page.
"These reports are recent," he said. "Two weeks at most."
"Yes."
"So someone tipped them off," Ezekiel concluded.
The room went cold.
Because everyone knew what that meant.
There was a traitor somewhere. The Suspicions
No one spoke for a moment.
The idea hung heavily in the room like poison.
Finally, Levi broke the silence.
"Okay," he said slowly, "before everyone starts accusing each other dramatically… are we sure this isn't just normal police curiosity?"
Kiel shook his head immediately.
"No."
He tapped the documents Ezekiel was holding.
"They're too specific."
Alexander nodded.
"They're not guessing," he said. "They're snooping in all of the spaces."
Hannah sighed and pushed herself off the wall.
"So, someone is talking."
Ezekiel leaned back in his chair, thinking.
"That… or someone made a mistake."
Levi raised an eyebrow.
"Please tell me you're not referring to me."
"I'm referring to everyone," Ezekiel replied calmly.
Kiel looked toward Alexander.
"What's the damage?"
"Minimal," Alexander answered. "For now."
"For now?" Levi repeated.
Alexander's eyes moved across everyone in the room.
"If the investigation continues, they'll eventually reach our warehouses."
That got everyone's attention.
Because the warehouses weren't just business locations.
They were the center of everything.
Weapons.
Money laundering.
Human trafficking
Shipments that could never appear on official records.
If the police reached those places, the Quinn empire would collapse overnight in a way.
Ezekiel exhaled slowly.
"So, the question is simple," he said.
"Who talked?"
No one answered.
Levi looked around the room with exaggerated suspicion.
"Well, this is awkward."
Kiel ignored him.
"We need to shut this down before it spreads," he said.
Hannah nodded.
"Agreed."
Alexander's voice remained steady.
"I already moved some operations."
Ezekiel raised his eyebrows.
"Already?"
"Yes."
"Efficient."
Levi leaned forward again.
"So, what's the plan, boss?"
Alexander finally sat down.
"The plan is caution."
Levi groaned again.
"Oh great. More careful walking."
Alexander's gaze shifted toward him.
"You prefer prison?"
Levi quickly raised both hands.
"Okay, okayyyyy."
Ezekiel tapped the table thoughtfully.
"There's something else we should consider."
Everyone looked at him.
"If someone is leaking information," he continued, "then they're probably still close to us."
The meaning was clear.
Dangerously clear.
Kiel spoke quietly.
"Which means we need to find them."
Alexander nodded once.
"And fast."
The tension in the room thickened.
Because everyone there understood something very well.
In the Quinn family…
Betrayal only had one ending.
Death.