Dante

When my phone rang that afternoon and I saw Nico’s name on the screen, I answered at once. I was still in Switzerland, sitting in my hotel room after a long physiotherapy session. I had barely closed my eyes when his voice came through the phone sounding strained.

“Boss, there is something you should know,” he said.

I sat up. “What is it?”

“It is Valeria,” he said. “She agreed to take a deal from Salvatore.”

I held the phone tighter. “What deal?”

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