Marco – Dante & Matteo
The room was bare, stripped of anything human. A chair, a table, a bulb humming overhead. Marco Costa sat cuffed, shoulders square, eyes following me and Matteo as we entered. He didn’t flinch.
“What is this about?” His voice carried no fear, only irritation.
I slid a photo across the table. Serafina’s face looked back at him. “You took her.”
His brows drew tight. “Took who?”
Matteo leaned against the wall, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. “Don’t act stupid. Serafina Caruso. She’s gone. Someone with your name dragged her out.”
Marco looked down at the photo, then back up at me, the faintest crease showing in his forehead. “Not me. Not my brothers. That’s not how we work.”
I slammed my palm onto the table, making the bulb swing. “Sav
