Marco stood in the large room, surrounded by stern-faced men of the Russian Mafia. He leaned forward. "Get ready. Tonight, Luca Moreno and all his loyal men must die. But Sophia DeLuca... I want her alive."
The men nodded in unison, their expressions grim and resolute.
As the meeting dispersed, Greg approached Marco with a fake smile, nodding his head. "It's all going according to your plans, huh?"
Marco looked at him with a raised brow.
"Come on, man, I'm just wondering how you got someone like Vladimir on your side." Greg laughed.
"Wisdom, Greg. It takes wisdom," Marco replied, smiling as he lightly hit Greg's shoulder before walking away. "We move at night," he yelled back over his shoulder.
