2:00 p.m. sharp.
The air was thick with anticipation as Leonardo stood in front of his men, black combat gear clinging to his tall, broad frame. The convoy of black SUVs was lined up like silent predators, engines purring low, waiting for the command to strike.
“Final checks,” Nikolai barked, moving briskly through the team. Radios were tested. Ammo was counted. Blades were sheathed. Guns were loaded.
Leonardo said nothing. His storm-grey eyes stared ahead with lethal focus. He didn’t need to speak—his silence said enough. He wasn’t here to bargain. He wasn’t here to intimidate.
He was here to end Gianluca.
That was the only thing he had in mind, and that he would accomplish tonight.
Nikolai stepped beside him, voice low. “I know that look Leo, this is a rescue, not a war. We go cle
