Lucian sat at the end of the long table in his study.
The room was quiet. The smell of smoke hung in the air.
Marco stood by the door with two other men, Dario and Vince.
No one spoke until Lucian finally looked up.
“Close the door,” he said.
Marco shut it and came closer. “Boss, what’s going on? You called us like it’s an emergency.”
Lucian leaned back in his chair. “It is.”
He dropped a small piece of paper on the table. The men looked at it.
It was the letter Lorenzo had sent with Marcus’s phone.
Marco frowned. “Lorenzo again?”
Lucian nodded. “He’s behind everything. The drugs, the missing women, the leaks. He’s been playing me for months.”
Dario looked confused. “But why, boss? He’s your brother.”
Lucian’s eyes were cold. “Because he wants something he didn’t work for. He w
