(Armando’s POV)
I should’ve seen it coming.
The first call came just after dawn, dragging me out of the few hours of restless sleep I’d managed to get. I answered it before the second ring, already knowing it wouldn’t be good news.
“It’s started,” Matteo said, his voice clipped and cold. “Ferro’s people are making moves. They’ve frozen two accounts in Zurich and intercepted a shipment at the port.”
I gritted my teeth, sitting up in bed. “How?”
“We’re still figuring that out,” he replied. “But it’s calculated. Precise. He’s going for the throat.”
I hung up without another word, my mind already racing. Alessandro Ferro had been circling like a shark for months, but this? This was bold, even for him. He wasn’t just testing the waters anymore—he was striking where it hurt.
By the time I
