Dante's POV
The plan was simple, there was no need getting myself all worked up for Marco. But that should've been my first warning sign.
A fake business deal, one that Marco wouldn't be able to resist. A whispered tip to the right ears, bait laid out carefully, leading him into a trap I built myself. This was supposed to be the moment Marco slipped, the moment I turned the game around.
But Marco was always a step ahead and sometimes I don't know how.
The meeting was supposed to take place at an abandoned warehouse near the docks, a deal disguised as a high-stakes shipment of arms. My men had everything in place, scouts, lookouts, snipers perched on rooftops in case things went south. And then the message came.
No one showed up… not Marco, not his men. Not even the street rats he usually sent to sniff around.
Just an empty space, eerily silent except for the occasional creak of metal from the warehouse doors swinging in the wind.
