Rain fell in thin lines over the rooftops.
Engines roared in the distance.
Matteo drove the first car, lights off, eyes sharp.
Franco sat beside him, loading his gun.
Behind them, Nico, Enzo, and Silvio followed in a black van.
They were hunting Knight’s men.
Three names. Three targets.
Lorenzo wanted results, and tonight they would bring blood.
“Cole first,” Matteo said.
Franco nodded. “He runs the east yard. Ships fake goods for Knight.”
Matteo smirked. “Then tonight he ships bullets.”
They turned down a narrow road near the docks.
The smell of oil and sea salt filled the air.
A small warehouse stood at the edge, one dim light glowing above the door.
Two guards smoked near the entrance.
Franco said, “Two outside, maybe more inside.”
Matteo parked behind a truck. “Quick an
