CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

VINCENZO

I was parked in my car, a sentinel in front of the meeting place of these old men. Emiliano, De Lucchi, and Diego Marino had already arrived, leaving only the Russians to join the gathering. The meeting was being held in one of Emiliano's safe houses, an unexpected twist in their elaborate game.

I waited patiently, my eyes on the entrance, watching for any sign of movement. The communication devices we all wore in our ears facilitated seamless contact among my team members.

Matteo, always on top of things, was keeping me informed about the situation inside the building.

“Boss, there's a considerable number of guards here. It might take a bit of time to neutralize them,” he reported.

“You can handle it?” I asked, confidence lacing my words.

“Absolutely. Carlo is right here with me,” he replied, a note of assurance in his tone.

“Good. Hold off until Chirkov and Maksim a