Enzo stood alone in the shadow of an old fishing shack, one hand in his coat pocket, the other tapping his phone screen.
The black book was inside his bag, wrapped in oilskin, its weight like a live heart thudding against his side.
Tonight wasn't about survival.
Tonight was about becoming untouchable.
The call connected with a faint click.
"Put me through to your boss," Enzo said, His voice low and firm.
A pause..... Then another voice came on. Smooth as silk over steel.
"Valerio Atlan." enzo asked
The name alone was poison.
Luca Morano's longest-running enemy, the kind of man who could make you disappear without leaving a shadow.
Valerio didn't just rule the Atlan group.... he was the Atlan group.
"I hear you have been looking for something," Enzo drawled, letting arrogance bleed into every words.
"I hear you have it," Valerio replied, his tone measured.
Enzo's smile was slow, deliberate. "Oh, I do. The book... The great book". He boosted.
