Lucian angrily threw his glass of water against the wall. It made a loud noise, and everyone in the boardroom fell silent. There were ten men inside, and his brother had just entered to inform him that Davide’s entire group in Antwerp was dead. There were no survivors among those who encountered them. That also meant they didn’t have the diamonds to deliver to their clients.
“Figlio di puttana! Chi l’ha fatto?” (Son of a b***h! Who did it?) Everyone in the room fell silent because it was rare to see Lucian this angry. He was usually calm and composed.
“The gambit. We were able to see a quick footage, and this one is different. She’s faster and more skilled than the one they encountered,” Lorenzo replied to his brother.
The Gambit—again. Lucian clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. Th
