Alessandro's POV
Rain hammered against the roof of the van, a relentless, maddening tap, tap, tap that echoed the restless energy thrumming in my veins. Two hours. Two goddamn hours I’d been sitting here, staring at the rain-streaked brick façade of Sal Demarco’s warehouse, a hulking shadow in the periphery of Rome. Patience. A necessary virtue in this business. But tonight, it felt more like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs, fuelling the simmering impatience that coiled in my gut.
Cole shifted beside me, the rustle of his jacket a grating sound in the otherwise oppressive silence. He was a coiled spring of nervous energy, his gaze darting between me and the warehouse, his hands fidgeting in his lap. I could practically taste his fear, smell the desperation clinging to him like ch
