~Antonio
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I stared at the phone in my hand. The last call hadn’t gone well. I was running out of time, and I still hadn’t figured out where to get this month’s supply. Vittorio was expecting the first batch before the end of the month, and if I didn’t deliver, the consequences weren’t something I wanted to imagine.
If it were just me, I wouldn’t care. I’d take my chances and tell him to go to hell. But I wasn’t alone. My mother. Tiara. Celene. The people I cared about—they would all be caught in the crossfire if I failed.
I scrolled through my contacts, trying to decide who to call next. I needed a middleman, someone far enough removed from me that my reputation wouldn’t be directly implicated. Finally, I dialed a number for a guy in
