The air around the Gianneti estate reeked of power and danger, two things Giovanni wore like an invisible cloak. In the farthest end of the compound, behind iron gates and guarded by men with eyes sharper than eagles’, a black truck screeched to a halt, its tires stirring clouds of dust into the golden afternoon.Two men in black suits jumped down from the vehicle and approached the main house. One of them, a tall man with an unshaven jaw and a tattoo peeking from under his collar, bowed slightly before speaking.“It’s here, boss,” he said, his voice gravelly from years of smoke and grit. “The largest order yet. We just crossed the border and there were no interruptions.”Giovanni didn’t say a word at first. He simply rose from his leather chair like a panther waking from a nap. His steps were slow, calculated and dangerous.“How many kilos?” he asked.“Two-fifty. Pure coke,” The tattooed man muttered.He narrowed his eyes slightly, then with a wave of his hand, signaled for them to
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