VIKTOR“The shipment is late,” I said, leaning back in my leather chair.Dario sat across from me, tossing a pocket knife from hand to hand. “The docks are hot. The cops are checking every crate coming from Naples. Not the cops we control, mind you.”“I don’t care about the cops,” I told him, tapping my fingers on the desk. “I care about our money. Tell the men to move the guns through the old tunnels tonight.”“And if the Russian guys show up?” Dario asked, stopping the knife mid-air. “We act like nothing happened. Because nothing did.”Dario nodded. “Smart. But Peppe and Leo are calling again. They want to know when you're taking over the main territory.”“When I'm ready,” I snapped, jaw tight. “Tell them to wait.”Dario stood up, putting his knife away. “You’ve been distracted, Vik. Ever since the girl.”“Watch your mouth,” I growled, looking up at him.He held his hands up and walked out, shutting the office door behind him.The room went quiet. I picked up my glass of whiskey, t
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