"Boss," Andie said, her tone sharp and clipped. "Second location is worse. Dante didn't just rob this place—he made a f*****g statement."
Roman didn't say a word. He gestured for them to lead the way inside.
The heavy steel door groaned open, revealing the shattered remnants of the lounge. Velvet couches were slashed open, marble countertops were cracked, and the scent of gunpowder mixed sickeningly with copper and expensive cognac.
Anthony pointed toward the bar, his jaw tight. "They came in through the VIP entrance, Boss. Cut the power grid first, then breached the room with flashbangs. The security team didn't even have time to pull their weapons."
Roman walked deeper into the room, his leather shoes crunching over broken glass. He stopped at the foot of the raised DJ booth. Lying o
