Chapter 110

• The tension in the air was thick as Luca paced the length of his small office, the low hum of his burner phone vibrating against the desk. He’d made a decision—a reckless one, perhaps, but necessary. Lorenzo Bianci was a dangerous man, but Luca knew the Mafia’s code well enough to recognize an opportunity when it presented itself. A temporary truce might be the only way to buy Rafael and his family enough time to breathe.
• Luca stopped pacing as the phone buzzed again, signaling an incoming message. He glanced at the screen: “Tomorrow. 3 PM. The old dockyard. Come alone.”
• He exhaled deeply, the weight of his gamble settling on his shoulders.