The Adriatic has always looked calm from the shore. Gentle waves, sunlight cutting diamonds across the water, gulls circling as though nothing dark could ever touch it. But tonight, under a bruised sky, the sea is a different beast. Cold, restless, waiting.I stand at the edge of the private dock in Bari, the wind tugging my coat tighter against my body. The cargo ship is loaded, its steel hull towering above us. Containers stacked high hold what generations of my family bled for: power disguised as trade. Olive oil, wine, textiles… all legitimate. But hidden among them are shipments that matter more than any ledger could ever show. Weapons. Routes. Secrets.“Everything’s in place,” Matteo says beside me, his voice steady. His men move with silent efficiency, checking manifests, barking low orders, scanning the shadows for threats.I nod, though unease gnaws at me. This is the first of the three shipments the Vitales promised to protect. If anything happens, the entire deal crumbles b
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