Chapter 39

• The meeting was set on neutral ground — an abandoned luxury yacht moored off the coast, far enough from the city that any bloodshed could be quietly dumped into the ocean. Viktor Drago’s people had chosen the location. Leo agreed, but only after sending Luca and a small team to scout it the night before.
• Leo stood on the deck in a tailored black suit, no tie, the top buttons of his shirt open. The wind whipped at his hair. Kai stood half a step behind him and to the right, dressed in dark tactical clothing, armed to the teeth and radiating pure lethal intent.
• Viktor Drago arrived by speedboat with six heavily armed men. He was tall, sharp-featured, in his mid-forties, with the calm confidence of someone who had never lost a war. His eyes flicked over Leo with open interest.