The space in Tony's private study was filled with immense tension.
Richard Hart sat in a leather wingback chair, his hands steepled, his expression one of weary, corporate exhaustion. Alex and Victoria were perched on the edge of the sofa, a unified front of silence, while the face of Louis Torredo flickered on a large wall-mounted monitor.
They looked like they had been summoned to the penthouse to be investigated.
Tony Torredo paced from one end of the large window glass to the other.
"Cosgrove definitely gave the order," Tony said, his voice a low, vibrating hum of suppressed rage. He wasn't looking at anyone, but the weight of his anger filled every corner of the room. "He has crossed the line so many times and has now gone overboard by sending his hitman after my wife. We have to retaliate, send a message that he can't fuck with a Torredo and get away with it."
