Leone
The road ahead glistens with recent rain, reflecting the city lights like scattered jewels on black velvet. Beautiful, if you’re into that poetic s**t. I’m not. Not tonight. Tonight is about business, the kind that leaves bodies behind when things go wrong.
My phone buzzes against the dash, I glance at the screen, and my jaw tightens. Mikhail. Milo turns down the road leading to the docks as I pick it up.
“What?” I answer, not bothering with pleasantries.
“Leone.” His voice slithers through the speaker, that measured Russian accent making each word sound like he is mocking me.
I can almost see him, sitting in his plush office, hair perfectly combed, those dead blue eyes staring at nothing while he contemplates my fate. The traffic light ahead turns red, and Milo brakes, glanci
