A Message in Blood
It was an unusually quiet morning at the Romano estate. The smell of coffee was being blended with the lingering smell of gunpowder that lingered on their clothes from last night’s skirmish. The war had started, and everyone in the house could tell.
Luca tapped his fingers on the coffee cup in front of him as he studied the list of businesses offering them protection while seated at the head of his long dining table. Anatoly had burned down one of their clubs already. What would be next?
That time was answered when Gio marched in.
He slapped a bloodstained envelope onto the table, his face tight with fury. “They simply left this at our restaurant in the city.”
Sofia went for it, but Luca had her beat. He ripped it open and removed a single Polaroid.
The message sen
