ADRIKO
I was halfway through a meeting with Marco’s men, discussing the details of the next shipment. The club’s VIP room was dimly lit, clouds of cigar smoke curling around the table as glasses of vodka tinged.
“We’re paying you for safe passage Ivanov”, one of them spat in heavily accented Italian. “But your end of the deal needs to hold, or—”
I barely heard him, my phone vibrated on the table and I picked it up without thinking. Her name flashed on the screen.
I froze, the conversation around me fading off as I read her message. “Please get here quick, there's someone here “.
The air in the room shifted. My heart pounded against my ribs. The chair scraped against the floor as I stood abruptly, ignoring the startled looks around the table.
“Meeting’s over” I snapped, my tone shar
