Nobody in that tunnel misunderstood what the sentence truly meant, especially Marco. He's worked with men like Lorenzo De Luca well enough to know that they didn't explode when they were most dangerous. Instead, they became calm and methodical.
And that kind of anger destroyed things painfully and completely and every single one of them standing there, knew it.
The tunnel suddenly seemed colder than before, the dim amber light casting long shadows across Lorenzo’s face as he stepped away from Marco at last. His injured shoulder had begun bleeding heavily again beneath his nowdark shirt, the fabric soaked near his side now, but he either didn’t notice or no longer cared.
At the moment, the betrayal in his world now had his attention, and that awareness began to change him in real time. L
