Ignazio
The morning light crept into the hotel room, illuminating my focused expression.
Standing before the mirror, I adjusted my tailored suit.
Every crease, every fold, every detail mattered.
This meeting with Alejandro La Rosa would set the tone.
My phone chose that moment to buzz. I glanced at the screen, noticing a message from Romano.
"Ignazio, Alejandro's people confirmed the meeting. 10 a.m. sharp."
I’m just in time, I thought.
"Understood," I replied to him. "Any updates on La Calabrese?" I typed out.
His response came in almost immediately.
"Nothing concrete, but whispers suggest he's expanding operations."
My jaw clenched tightly.
It’s time to end this.
I reviewed the notes Romano had sent on Alejandro's organization, memorizing key players and alliances.
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