LUCA
After hashing things out with Monty, we locked in the plan. His warehouse sits close to Ivan’s, and from the outside, it’ll look like a legit business meeting. Ivan won’t know what hit him.
Turns out the two buildings are connected—but only accessible from Monty’s side. That’s our advantage. Monty’s a mean-looking son of a b***h, all rough edges and steel, but with GreenLee? He’s a damn teddy bear. My spitfire has a way of softening even the hardest Mafia men.
As we pull up, I spot Ivan’s place in clear view. Soon, Bambina, you’ll be in my arms—and if I have my way, you’ll be tied to the bed for your own safety... and mine.
Monty greets us at the door, playing the part for Ivan’s men watching from across the way. We head inside like it’s just another deal. What they don’t see is G
