Luca
I'm in the security room with Viktor looking over footage of Albanians getting off a private jet at LAX.
"The fuckers just keep coming," Viktor mutters. "Who the fuck did you piss off?"
"I have no idea. Next time keep one alive so we can find out."
Viktor lets out a chuckle as my phone rings. Seeing it's the number for the lobby's reception desk, I answer, "Cotroni."
"Sir, there's an envelope for you. The delivery guy said it was urgent. Should I bring it up?"
"Yes, I'm in the security room."
I end the call and only then notice a message from Mariya.
I'm going to visit my parents.
A smile tugs at my mouth. Good girl.
"If you're sexting my sister while standing right next to me, I'm going to fucking rip your ballsack off," Viktor mutters.