Nero was exactly what I built it to be.
Dark walls. Low lighting. Private booths. The kind of place where serious men came to do serious business and nobody asked questions they didn't want answered.
The meeting had gone better than expected. Three new shipping contracts, a distribution deal worth millions, and two allied families finally agreeing to terms that had been sitting untouched for months. Clean. Profitable. The kind of night that reminded everyone at that table exactly why the Romano name still meant something in this city.
I sat back and let the satisfaction settle.
Then I signalled to Luca.
"Before we celebrate," I said quietly. The table went still immediately. "There are other matters."
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I kept my voice low.
"The spy," I said. "We are close. Three names. Until we
