Chapter 53: Home
Luca's pov
They raised their glasses, sharing conspiratory smiles at whatever f****d up plan they had agreed on. They sat there at the dinner table, all eight of them, oblivious to the end that was to come to them.
“All set don.” Dominic said behind me.
I put down my military grade binoculars and stepped away from the parapet wall of the sky high helipad, the late evening breeze blowing around me.
“Santino?” I inquired, still staring at the hotel skyscraper meters and meters away from mine even though my natural vision didn't provide me the high resolution zoomed view of the specific room I'd been watching.
The room with eight of the Bratva's top members.
“He’s stationed and ready for the kill order.” Dominic replied, the sound of his gun c*****g.
“Alesky?”
