Victor's POV
The elevator down from Costa's safe house felt like a metal coffin. Four people, too many secrets, and not a single one of us fully trusting the others. Just how I liked it.
Roma kept his hand near his gun the whole ride. Smart man. I would've done the same.
"Your car or mine?" I asked Costa.
"Yours," he said. "Mine might be tracked."
Sofia leaned against the wall, pale but steady. Tough woman. Reminded me of her mother.
The elevator doors opened to the underground garage. I led them to my black SUV, tinted windows, clean plates. Nothing flashy. Nothing traceable.
"You drive," I told Roma, tossing him the keys. "I need to make a call."
Costa raised an eyebrow. "To Michael?"
"To make sure we're not walking into a trap," I corrected.
Sofia climbed into the back seat, w
