Vicenzo POV

I paced across the marble floor of my office, the sound of my shoes ricocheting against the silence. The air was thick with smoke from the half-burnt cigarette between my fingers, but it did nothing to calm me.

My chest felt tight, like invisible hands were squeezing me.

“Where the hell is my shipment?” I muttered under my breath, slamming my palm against the edge of the desk.

This wasn’t just a box of weapons or a container of product. This shipment was supposed to seal ...