DOMINIC'S POV
"We're here, boss."
I didn’t bother answering my driver. Instead, I motioned for him to leave. “Get out and take a smoke. I need a moment.”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded, turned off the ignition, and stepped out into the drizzle. I watched him walk a few feet away, his silhouette barely visible through the rain-splattered windshield as he moved under a shade and lit a cigarette.
Once I was sure he was out of earshot, I pulled my phone from the pocket of my jacket. My thumb hovered over a secure app before I tapped it, initiating the call.
The line clicked after two rings. “Don Dominic,” came the familiar rasp of Rocco’s voice. Always too casual, too comfortable.
“What’s taking so long?” I snapped. "Tuesday was what you promised. Today Is Friday."
“Ah, buona sera, boss,” Rocco
