And then the call drops.
I charge out of my office and yell for Raffaele. He’s on duty at the compound tonight. Seconds later,he comes running towards me, following by Giovanni and Marco.
“Adriano’s in trouble,” I bark.
“I’m guessing he’s at his place,” I reply. “I think he’s being attacked there. I heard shots over thephone.”
“Who else?” I snarl bitterly. “We have to move fast. Get the team together. We’re moving out in five.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see motion above.
I recognize it instantly: Charlotte’s feet, disappearing from the top floor landing.
I turn and walk out of the house. I don’t have time for any f*****g drama right now.
The moment the cars pull around, I jump in and we’re off, speeding towards Adriano’s house.
“We should be there in five mi
