The evening was unusually quiet, save for the steady hum of the Romanos' cars winding their way through the city’s back roads. Sofia had already been relocated to a secret location a remote shack in the mountains outside Trento. She objected to the displacement, but the orders from Luca were nonnegotiable. Her safety came first, and while the Bratva threat still hung over her head, she was a target.
Marco’s Dangerous Game
Across a dim-lit office inside the Bratva’s compound, Marco sat across from Viktor Ivanov. The walls featured maps and photographs of Trento, with Romanos’ main buildings circled in red. The air was thick with vodka and tobacco, and Viktor’s chilled blue gaze never departed Marco’s face.
“You’ve been useful to me,” said Viktor, pouring himself a drink. “But loyalty isn
