Leone
The office is dark, the only light coming from the glass decanter catching the desk lamp’s glow. Whiskey untouched. I haven’t poured a glass. Not tonight.
I made a promise to Rocco. Told him I’d look into helping him get Sienna back when the dust settled. The dust hasn’t settled, still I owe him more than promises.
I pick up my phone and call Volkov.
No answer. I don’t try again. Knowing that bastard will be harder to deal with than her father.
I scroll down to Dominic’s number. Her father. A miserable bastard, but smart businessman, unfortunately not so smart in the husband and father department. Still, he is the kind of man who doesn’t sleep easy, like me. Like all of us. So I hit call. He answers on the second ring.
“Leone,” he says, voice tired. “It’s late.”
“And you’re st
