LEONARDO I shoved the conference room doors and strode out without looking back, each one of them too stunned to say a word. “Get every caporegime on the line,” I instructed Matteo who immediately reached for his phone. By the time we reached the car, the first call connected. “Don.” “Listen carefully,” I said, my voice hardening. “Effective immediately, Porto San Marco is under lockdown. I want every road leading from the port into the city blocked. Trucks, vans, motorcycles—I don't care what they're driving. Nothing leaves that port unless it belongs to us.” “Yes, Don.” “Set up checkpoints at every exit. Search every vehicle. If you find Russian cargo...” My jaw clenched. “Burn it.” Another voice came over the line as Matteo merged the calls. “Yes, Don.” “Hermano,” I called. He was the caporegime responsible for every operation running through Porto San Marco, including the processing warehouse. “Don, I was meaning to call you. Every shipment we've sent has been turned b
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