"WHEN YOU GET TIRED OF THIS WORD COME AND FALL IN MY ARMS."
Dante's POV
The call from Nico comes through just as I'm finishing up a conference call with the Benedetti family in Milan.
"Boss, it's done."
I step out onto the balcony, closing the study door behind me. "All of it?"
"All of it." Nico's voice is satisfied. "Sixteen Russian vessels. Bombed. Sunk. The Bratva is scrambling to figure out what happened."
A cold smile crosses my face. "And the connection to us?"
"Nonexistent. I used third-party contractors who used third-party explosives from a fourth-party supplier. The trail is so convoluted even I have trouble following it, and I'm the one who set it up." He pauses. "Dmitriev says the Bratva suspects it might be retaliation from the Colombians. They're lookin
