Tension reigned in the city of Trento. The botched ambush at Via Verona had diminished the Bratva’s confidence, but Viktor Ivanov was not the kind of man to let one setback get in his way. He convened an emergency meeting with his remaining lieutenants, pledging revenge.
Within the Romanos’ villa, Luca, Sofia and Marco were in contact with one another via a secure line. Marco had succeeded in sending a coded message regarding the weapons shipment. It would reach the Scarlatti docks in two days, heavily guarded.
“We’re only gonna get one chance to do this,” Luca said, his voice grim. “If we fail, Scarlattis and Bratva will be invincible.”
Sofia looked at her brother, worried. “We need to be careful. If Marco’s cover is blown, we’ll lose more than the shipment.”
Marco’s voice was on the
