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The tension between the Giordanos and the Masons could slice through steel.
After the FBI seized one of their warehouses, they’d been on a warpath, accusing everyone except themselves for the fallout. They’d been sloppy—greedy even. That was their mistake. But when pride and power are on the line, logic doesn’t stand a chance.
Still, they were barking at the wrong gate.
And then Enzo Giordano showed up. Not in some dimly lit alley or backroom club where secrets and blood deals were usually exchanged.
No.
He showed up at Mason Enterprise. My office.
I was reviewing reports when the elevator chimed, and the air changed. The kind of change that made even the air itself uncomfortable. My door opened without a knock, and there he was.
Enzo Giordano. Tall, tailored, and reeking of en
