“Then he’s available to speak to us,” I say, lifting a brow.
Enzo’s polite smile doesn’t move, but his tone turns to iron wrapped in silk.
“You will speak with his representative… or you will speak with no one at all.”
Enzo simply inclines his head toward the sitting room.
“Prego. Take your seats. He will be here shortly.”
We step inside. I barely make it three paces before the far door opens with a soft click.
A man steps through…tall, mid-thirties maybe. His suit is pressed, his hair slicked back, and he walks with the kind of precision that saysI have high power here.
Could he actually be the Don, and they’ve just decided not to tell us? Hell, if that’s the case, Enzo could be the Don. Even one of the guards.
The man gives us a sharp once-over.
“Buonasera, signori,”he says, accent thick as honey but words clean. “Welcome to la casa Moretti.”
Spike stands and shakes the man's hand.
“My name is Luca,” he continues, rolling the name off his tongue. “I am, how you say, second in command foril Don. Anything you wish to say to him…you will say to me first.”
He gestures toward the chairs with an open palm.
“Please.Sedetevi. Sit.il Don, he wishes a conversation…molto importante.Very important.”
Tank leans back, arms crossed. “Important how?”
Luca’s eyes flick to him, dark and sharp.
“Important enough,” he says, tapping two fingers against his temple, “that he sends me instead of an underling.”
Maverick huffs quietly.
Then Luca takes his seat opposite us, folds his hands, and says:
“Il Donrespects your club. You have honored your agreement. For this… we are grateful.”
His accent thickens around the last word, voice dipping low.
“But now,” Luca continues, leaning in ever so slightly, “there is someone…how you say…trespassing. On both our lands.”
The room goes still.
“Cortéz,” Spike says.
Luca nods to Spike. “We need… cooperation.Sì? We have a problem. Andil Dondoesn’t like problems.”
He settles back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate calm.
“We have intel,” Luca begins, “that Cortéz plans to attack your compoundandour Estate within the next week.”
Say what?
Spike leans forward. “Trusted intel?”
Luca’s brows lift.
