CHAPTER 19: HOLES

RODRIGO’S POV

It was dusk, the sun was rising, and the skies were still gloomy. I took in some smoke and then discarded the cigar stick. I voided the contents of my ashtray into the trash can.

The door clicked open, and Anthonio made his way in. “The package has arrived. They're waiting for us at the port”, he said monotonously.

Immediately, I got on my feet, “Get the car ready. I'll be down in a minute.” I ordered and watched him nod before walking out.

It has been roughly three days since Luigi's death; nobody has made a move yet. Perhaps they were waiting for the right time to strike.

I had to be one step ahead, and I'd deal with that problem when I returned. I opened my wardrobe, running my hands through all the blazers that were hung as I was searching for the right suit to wear.

A well-tailored purplish black suit caught my eye, and I unhooked it. The fabric was smooth against my skin, perfect.

I put it on and then adjusted my shirt while staring at my refle