"They blew up our entire weapons shipment and strung the port manager up on the main loading crane."
The freezing basement went dead silent.
"He didn't just break the truce," Luca finished quietly. "He just declared war."
Nico didn't blink. He didn't yell. The raw, unchecked frustration from a moment ago vanished, instantly replaced by the terrifying, ice-cold calculation of a wartime Don.
"How many men did we lose?" Nico asked flatly.
"Four," Luca replied with tight jaw. "Including the port manager. And the shipment is completely gone."
"Get the cars ready," Nico ordered, striding past Luca toward the heavy steel door. "Mobilize the strike teams. We are going to the south port."
"Nico, wait," Mara said. Her heels clicked sharply against the concrete as she hurried after him. "If Castellano hit the south port, he didn't just destroy a weapons shipment. That port is our logistics hub. It's where Sal worked."
