DOMINIC

I picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Marco.

The line barely rang twice before he picked up.

“Good day Boss.” he greeted, his tone ready.

“Drop whatever the fuck you’re doing and get to the library,” I said, my voice sharp, direct. “Bring a body bag.”

There was a pause—brief, but noticeable. Then, a quiet exhale. “Understood.” he said.

“And Marco,” I continued before he could hang up. “Alert the men. Every single one of them. I want them lined up ...