The night road was nearly empty, quiet except for the hum of engines. Four black cars drove in tight formation, cutting through the darkness. Inside the lead car, Orsini lounged with his usual arrogance, while beside him sat Don Alessandro De Luca, his face hard, his eyes shadowed.
They thought they were safe.
They thought Leonardo Gold would still be licking his wounds after the failed attack on his estate. Come to think of it, he didn't have any wounds to lick, because those useless mercenary had done a f****d up job.
But they were wrong.
Headlights came on in the distance. Within seconds, vehicles swarmed from every direction, caging them in. Tires screeched as the convoy of Leonardo and his men cut them off front and back. Engines roared, doors slammed, and armed men spilled out, g
