“You ever coming out of this office?” Gio pokes his head in my den, where I’ve been sitting for the past seventy-two hours.
I can’t seem to move.
Or speak.
Or do anything.
Paolo called, he’s chasing down a lead on Vlad, and he asked me what to do if he finds him. It turns out the guy was in Russia when the meet at Milano went down, so I don’t know if Ivan was operating on his own or not. Vlad only just turned up back in town to find his entire operation shut down by me.
The order should be, “kill him.”
It’s seems pretty plain, right? Vlad sent his men to kill me, so now that I’ve killed his men, I should hunt him down and kill him.
Except I can’t seem to give the order.
Desiree wouldn’t like it.
Hell, I don’t even like it. I have no proof that Vlad gave the order. And I have no ev
