Costa's POV
I threw the glass across the room. It shattered against the wall, drops of whiskey sliding down the expensive wallpaper like tears.
"What do you mean 'they escaped'?" My voice was quiet. Dangerous. The men in front of me knew that quiet was worse than shouting.
Manny, my head of security, shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His knuckles were bruised. Someone had felt his anger already.
"The team was in position. They had clear shots. But..." He swallowed hard. "Raven got her out. The woman took a bullet, but they both made it to a car."
"A bullet." I moved to the bar, pouring another drink. "One bullet. When I paid for a dozen men with military training to put twenty in each of them."
"Boss, they were—"
"Professionals," I finished for him. "That's what you sai
