POV: ENZO
Enzo's phone rang at 11 AM Rome time.
Unknown number. Encrypted.
One of his intelligence contacts.
He answered immediately. "Talk."
"We have a situation." The voice on the other end was clipped, professional. Vitale, one of Enzo's best sources in Rome, a man who traded information for money and had ears everywhere. "Your brother was in Rome last week."
Enzo went very still. "I know. Business trip."
"Business that ended in fifteen dead Romanos in a Trastevere alley."
Fuck.
"What happened?" Enzo asked, already knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.
"Dimitri was recruiting someone, we don't know who, that part's locked down tight. But the Romanos got wind of it. Salvatore Romano himself led an ambush. Fifteen men. They caught Dimitri and his team leaving a safe house."
"And?"
