Adrik’s Pov
Sergei slid the folder across the table like it was just another dossier. But we both knew it wasn’t.
I didn’t reach for it. Not yet. “What do you have for me?”
“We confirmed it,” he said, his tone was quick and to the point. “Matteo Ricci. A camorra soldier. Former foot soldier. He’s been climbing the ranks for years. He kept his nose clean on paper, but he’s one of theirs.”
I opened the file slowly, flipping through photographs, phone logs, surveillance records. Pages of Matteo’s activity from the last six months.
Then one image hit like a gut punch.
It was Matteo walking into that café in the mall. The same one Sera, Irina, and Diana had visited months ago.
My jaw clenched.
“That day…” I murmured. “When a man bumped into Sera. She found a letter slipped into her bag
