The double doors creaked open as the capo’s men walked back to him, their postures rigid and their faces drained of color. They stopped a few feet from the massive mahogany desk, refusing to meet their boss's gaze.
"Speak," the capo demanded, not looking up from the glass of whiskey he was swirling.
The lead guard swallowed hard, his hands trembling at his sides. "The girls are gone. They slipped through the perimeter fence during the firefight. The truck was ambushed."
The capo went entirely still. He set his glass down with a slow, terrifying precision, then stood up, his face contorting into a mask of pure, unbridled rage. He was mad, furious that his prize had slipped right through his fingers. He slammed both palms onto the wood, the papers on his desk scattering. "You let two defe
