(Damian)
My phone vibrated again. This time it was Alina calling. I stared at her name on the screen for a few seconds before declining the call.
She was probably worried sick, but I couldn't deal with that right now. Not when Bruno was out there planning his next move.
I wiped the knife clean on my jacket and slipped it back into my belt. The water had already swallowed Santos completely. No trace left except the ripples that were already fading.
Footsteps were heard on the wooden dock behind me. Mark, Nico and three other men were approaching, weapons drawn but lowered.
"Sir?" Mark called out when he was about twenty feet away.
"It's clear," I said without turning around. "Target's been handled."
Mark holstered his gun and walked up beside me. He looked down at the dark water, t
