(Adriano pov)
“Welcome back, boss.”
I stepped out of the prison gates without slowing, the morning air hitting differently after two months behind concrete and steel, the sound of freedom quieter than most people imagined but sharper to someone like me.
“You took your time,” I said calmly, adjusting the cuff of my shirt as Luca fell into step beside me.
He smirked slightly. “We had to make sure everything was clean.”
“It better be.”
“It is,” he replied. “No evidence, no witnesses, no loose ends.”
Another man opened the car door.
“Good to have you back, sir.”
I paused just before getting in.
“And the ones responsible?” I asked.
Luca’s expression hardened. “We’re still tracking movement, but we’re close.”
“Close isn’t enough.”
“It will be.”
“Rossi.”
I didn’t turn immediately,
