Brian was pissed. He never figured his cousin, who had grown up beside him, was scheming behind his back.

Maybe that was the game when you were born into riches.

Rich folks, Brian thought, care more about their cash flow than their kin.

Brian wasn't cutthroat enough, nor sharp-eyed.

Or maybe he still had faith in folks and didn't want to think the worst about his own blood.

“Got it. I'll watch my back."

Brian put on a brave face. He didn't want Rosalynn fretting over him.

He'd keep his business tight. All Rosalynn had to do was look after herself and the baby.

Rosalynn paused, figuring it was time to spill about Barlow.

Even though Barlow had sworn her to secrecy before he kicked the bucket, with Brian knowing Aldrich's game now, there was no reason to keep Barlow's role a secret.

“Honey, there's something I haven't told you yet," she said.

"What's up?" Brian asked.

“Well, Barlow was actually a snitch for the cops. He's been snooping around the Hughes Group on the down-low."

What? Barlow was working with the cops?

Brian was caught off guard, a flicker of surprise dancing in his eyes.

“How'd you find out?" he inquired.

“He told me himself," Rosalynn revealed.

Brian mulled it over.

Considering what Aldrich had pulled, Brian suspected Barlow might've been feeding Rosalynn lies to worm his way in and hurt him.

But since he'd showed up in Wragos, he hadn't made a move against him.