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Running a hand through my hair, my brows pulled together as I let my eyes search for Marino. Walking down the hallway my eyes spotted Luca, one of my men, near the entrance.
"Luca," I called causing his head to snap my way, "lo sai che Marino è tornato dal magazzino?" ("Luca, do you know did Marino returned from the warehouse?")
"Si signore." Nodding he took a step closer to me, putting his hands behind his back, "È nell'ufficio di tuo padre." ("Yes, sir. He is in your father's office.")
"È con lui o da solo?" My brows pulled in confusion, I don't remember dad asking to see Marino. That type of situation only happens if some problem would need to be resolved. ("Is he with him, or alone?")
"No signore, tuo padre è andato a una riunione sulla spedizione per il lato sud, un'ora fa." ("No sir, your father went on a meeting about shipment for a south side, an hour ago.")
Nodding my head at his response I dismissed him walking towards the office. Entering dad's office I was met with Marino, sitting looking at the wall, lost in his thoughts.
I don't blame him, we are all on the slight edge. We weren't on the edge ever since Aleksei died. And now, this little fucker, that keeps pulling us for our noses and swirling us around his fingers, is awakening that feeling all over again.
The feeling when you know that shit will go down yet you can't predict when.
Seven days ago we found his location, and we kept tracking him down till we didn't found his hiding place. A little family motel-like place.
Six days ago we got ready for attack, but we understand him. He seemed to be smarter than he is. He knew we were following him, he knew we are gonna attack him. So he set us a trap. The moment two of our men that went first touched a door, an explosive that was put there activated, killing them on the spot and harming five more. Marino included.
I cleared my throat causing him to snap his attention on me, "Nice wall, huh?" smirking I watched as a bored look fell over his features.
"Yeah, really nice," he shook his head as he shifted in his seat, "You needed something?" "You."
"Me?" he lifted his brow while looking at me weirdly. My eyes fell on his wrapped hand when his face scrunched a bit, lifting my brow he only shook his head "I'm fine."
"Yeah," I sighed, "umm, did you call tech guys? Do they have anything? Or Spanish?" "You know that I would call you if anything came out."
"Ughh," groaning I slumped in a chair in front of him, "I know. Just all of this is..." I rubbed a hand over my eyes feeling tired from all of this, "it- this is just-"
