NICO POV—

TWO DAYS AGO

I step into the booth of the bar. The men look up, and the music stops immediately. There are a couple of tables around, and the members of the mafia are seated.

Everyone looks up as I walk inside.

"We have a problem," I announce immediately. I slide into one of the chairs and cross my legs. Fabio passes me a bottle of martini.

I wave my hand, turning him down. I need a clear head for this.

He raises an eyebrow but says nothing. "What about?" he asks, sitting up ...