Luca had chosen the site carefully an abandoned church in the Bronx, long neglected by both the city and the men who once prayed there.
It was fitting.
A haven where the lost cried out for salvation.
And tonight?
It would be Antonio on his knees.
Sofia, Marco, and Elena were already in place. Snipers on rooftops, men in the shadows. No way out.
If Antonio was present, he’d face two options in the end turn on Vincent or die.
Antonio Walks In
The heavy doors of the church groaned open.
Antonio moved into the apartment, slowly, carefully.
He looked different leaner, sharper, as if working under Vincent had chiseled away the man he used to be.
But his smirk?
That hadn’t changed.
He looked around before focusing on Luca. “I didn’t think I would get an invite to confession.”
Luca d
