“Right now, the city port is under strict FBI surveillance,” Luca’s voice came through the phone, heavy with exhaustion. “And they’re planning to extend control to every port in New York.”
He let out a long breath. “That’s going to be a nightmare to crack. Trust me—you don’t want to know how pissed these guys are. They’re out for blood. They want to take us down at any cost.”
He cursed sharply under his breath. “It’s f*****g exhausting smiling at these bastards every day like we’re old friends while they’re dreaming of wiping our entire family off the map.”
His voice trembled with barely contained rage. He could still see their faces—the cold determination, the pure hatred—whenever photos of the Caruso's flashed across those large screens.
“I can’t wait to rip their heads from their
