Fabrizio’s POV
The soft click of the door pulls me from my thoughts. I glance up to see Rocco step into the office, his face a mask of calm, but I can tell from the tightness in his posture that something’s on his mind. He doesn’t interrupt me unless it’s important, and I appreciate that.
“Boss,” he says, his voice low but steady. “We’ve got a situation with the shipment.”
I raise an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair as I motion for him to continue. “Go on.”
“The dockworkers are getting restless,” he says, a hint of frustration slipping through his otherwise controlled tone. “They’re asking for more money, saying the feds are breathing down their necks, and the risk isn’t worth it.”
Typical. The docks are always a game of give and take, but the men working them seem to forget who hold
