Luciano returned to the living room where Luca, Reid, and Kane were still sitting. They all tracked his movements, trying to decipher his unreadable face, but beneath that cold mask, a storm was brewing. He reached for the half-finished glass of whiskey on the table and downed it in a single, burning gulp.
Luca gripped the whiskey bottle, his eyes locked on his boss. Luciano gave a subtle, sharp nod, and Luca immediately poured him another round.
"Expand the network, Kane," Luciano murmured, his voice thick and dangerously deep. "Leave no stone unturned. I want that bastard brought before me—alive."
“Got it, Boss," Kane said firmly, standing up. He drained his own glass and slammed it onto the table with a slow, deliberate force before heading toward the door.
"If you have nothing else
