LUCA
I sat in my office, fingers around the heavy glass of my tumbler. The whiskey burned down my throat, but it didn't do much to calm me.
The latest shipment of guns was late. I hated delays.
These weren't just any guns. The businesses who ordered from me paid top price because they knew I only dealt with the best.
No second-rate stock, no excuses, and definitely no waiting. If I didn't deliver on time, they'd start looking elsewhere.
And that wasn't going to happen.
Marco sat across from me, relaxed in a way that made my patience even thinner.
"Anything yet?"
He shook his head. "Still nothing."
I held the glass tighter, then deliberately loosened my fingers. I didn't want to break the glass. It had been a birthday gift from Sofia. "I want updates every five
