Once the receiver got on the line, Mrs. Adriana's words poured out in a rush. "Vicent, we have a huge problem on our hands!"
The response was brief. "You know where to find me."
The line went dead, and Mrs. Adriana let out a deep sigh as she walked out of the room, her expression a picture of worry and concern.
Deep within the Calandro crew's underground lair, a battered and bruised figure dangled in mid-air, his wrists bound by a coarse rope. Antonio and Dante gazed at him with contempt, their eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, as if they were eager to unleash their wrath once more upon the helpless captive.
"Who sent you after her?" Antonio asked, his voice low and menacing.
The man's response was a defiant glare, accompanied by a mouthful of blood that he spat at Antonio's feet. "I'm still not telling you anything," he muttered, his eyes flashing with resistance.
