*Alberto’s POV*
“Cosa abbiamo?” (Italian: What do we have?) I grunted, climbing into the back seat right after Francisco.
“Russians,” Edgardo stated as I raised my brow at him. “The Petrovs to be exact.” Petrovs. That rings a fūcking bell.
Francisco squinted at him for a moment before speaking up. “They are not trying to help us.”
“We don’t know that,” I told him as I motioned for Edgardo to proceed.
“This is not the Alberto I know,” he grumbled in response before the door opened again and Aurelio climbed behind the wheel, making Edgardo grind his teeth.
“Focus,” I growled at Edgardo before ripping the tablet from his hands as Aurelio backed up the SUV.
Edgardo cleared his throat and leaned forward. “The son took over recently after his sister went missing and his father started
