The rain hit the windows like a storm of bullets, drumming a fierce rhythm against the windows of the penthouse suite Luca Moretti had rented in the heart of Rome. Unlike the noise and activities of city life outside, Luca's abode was a place of silence…just how he liked it.
Until his phone interrupted the solace. Not his regular phone however, but his private business phone.
Luca checked the name on the screen and frowned. It was Riccardo Russo, his cousin and top lieutenant.
“Yes?” He answered coldly.
“About damn time you picked up,” Riccardo barked through the line in a voice that suggested he had been holding on to his rage.
Luca said nothing and waited for him to continue.
“You’ve been dodging my calls for days,” Riccardo growled. “And I swear to God, if you don’t tell me why th
