The room was heavy with silence after Giovanni’s words, and I felt a growing sense of dread. My father looked at me with a mixture of guilt and resolve. He had something important to say, and I could tell it wasn’t going to be good.
“Nico,” Giovanni began, his voice measured but tense, “there’s something you need to know. I’ve been meeting with Marshall recently. We were discussing some product that was supposed to move through the docks.”
My pulse quickened. The docks were a critical point for our operations, and if Marshall was involved, it meant trouble. “What about the docks?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Marshall’s been trying to regain his position, his territory,” Giovanni continued, his eyes fixed on me. “He’s been maneuvering to get his old territory back from y
