(Adriano pov)
“Where is he?”
“In the lower room, boss,” Luca replied without hesitation, falling into step beside me as we moved down the long corridor, our footsteps echoing off the bare concrete walls like distant gunshots. “We picked him up near the docks, just where the informat said he would be. Fucker was sweating bullets, trying to vanish into the fog.”
“And the shipment?” My voice stayed even, but the rage simmered beneath it, a low boil waiting to erupt.
“Recovered. Not untouched, couple crates splintered, product stepped on, but nothing we can’t salvage and make them pay for twice over.”
I didn’t slow, my boots hitting the floor with deliberate force. “Names.”
“He hasn’t given us s**t yet.” Luca’s tone carried an edge of frustration, his knuckles already bruised from the pr
