Enzo
The first rays of sunlight were barely cutting through the thick pine trees when a sleek black SUV pulled into the dirt driveway of the abandoned cabin. The engine cut out, and the woods fell dead silent again.
I stood by the rotting wooden window frame, my hand resting on the heavy grip of a stolen shotgun I had found under the cabin's floorboards.
The SUV door opened. Leonardo stepped out alone, his tall, muscular frame clad in a dark coat. He was my most trusted caporegime, a man who had served my father before me. He carried a leather duffel bag in one hand, his eyes scanning the treeline like a hawk.
I unbolted the cabin door and stepped out into the morning fog.
Leo froze. His jaw dropped, and for a man who had spent thirty years in the Sicilian underworld, he looked like h
