l

n the Moretti stronghold's meetin

worn leather, was saturated with the

the mahogany table, his bulk a

l, his patience for pr

his eyes heavy and da

Customs Profiling module," Lorenzo

smirk on Giann

ir, the leather groan

o territorial acquisition," Gianni

string of empty words mean

The sound was not loud, but sha

rivel, Gianni.

to the whorls of the table's grain, the nail turn

dels. The exact percentage

e appeared on

darted toward th

shadows, as he always did whe

et resting on my lap, my fac

en terror and rage play

ould not comprehend why I would sit idle wh

complex," Gianni stammered, wipi

se particulars.

is heavy, uncompr

t," Lorenz

ed the cover

, the soft click of the magnetic clas

y shoulder

ashed throu

aints abo

flaunting o

ft of m

ed, his voice thi

, my eyes fix

amic Customs Profil

corner of the hall. It had no tremor,

asion tactics are documented i

od drained from his face, leavin

letting my silence dismantle what

ion was to sign his

ed on his as I deli

rk's security protocols. He

expression one of blank

n on all of them. I could feel the minute shifts of fabric and leather as every man

change less an expression tha

avy chair scraping violently

is concluded,"

thick finger

al. My off

nging. And Gianni didn't