CHAPTER 20
DOMENICO
The next day, I woke up before dawn. The house was still quiet, like it was holding its breath after the blood spilled just hours ago. I didn’t sleep much—couldn’t.
I got dressed, pulling on a dark suit, adjusting my cufflinks. The silver glinted in the early light. I didn’t go to her door.
Downstairs, Ricci and Lorenzo were already waiting, faces tight. “Don,” they greeted, eyes lowered. Smart.
“Abbiamo molto da fare oggi,” I said flatly. We have a lot to do today.
“Takumi?” Ricci asked.
“Li distruggeremo pezzo per pezzo,” I muttered, eyes narrowing. We’ll destroy them piece by piece.
We had three meetings lined up with port officials, a black market broker from Palermo, and a corrupt customs director from Marseille. Everything had to move like clockwork. No
