The roof of an idle high-rise in Manhattan neutral territory, but in theory only.
Luca wandered by the edge and looked down onto the city. The streets were alive, oblivious to the war stirring above them.
Sofia and Marco were stationed at vantage points, sniper rifles pointed at the meeting point. Elena waited in a car nearby with an engine running prepared for a fast getaway or a bloodbath.
Antonio was beside Luca, with clenched fists. He had one intention this evening: swap the ledger for his sister’s existence.
But Luca had another agenda altogether.
Vincent does not leave this behind.
The Arrival
The sound of an engine shattered the air of the night.
A slick black Mercedes glided up to the entrance of the rooftop, its headlights carving through the dark.
Vincent emerged, flank
