Adrik
I got to Ivanov Holdings bright and early.
Sergei had sent a text at dawn, saying he had information on Yegor Petrov.
Some shipments were also due today, and I needed to be on the ground when they docked.
Sergei stepped into my office a little after 10am, tossing a file on my desk.
“You were right to be suspicious,” he said. “There’s more to Yegor Petrov than we thought.”
I flipped open the folder—and froze.
Matteo Greco.
I looked up slowly. “What the hell is this?”
Sergei folded his arms. “Petrov was an alias. A damn good one. His real name was Matteo Greco. Ex-Camorra enforcer, went off the radar years ago after a job went sideways in Naples.”
My jaw clenched. “So he faked his identity?”
Sergei nodded. “And someone helped him do it. The name ‘Petrov’ only started appear
