Now, he no longer had the heart to hand her over to the life Bastardi had prepared for her.
And yet, there was nothing he could do.
Genovese Senior had already signed off on the exchange.
That signature might as well have been carved into stone.
Marco dragged a hand down his face, exhaling slowly.
Soon, one of the guards appeared at the door, knocking once before stepping in. "Boss. Luca's arrived."
"Thanks," he muttered, already on his feet.
Then he headed down the corridor toward Luca's office.
He knocked once and stepped inside.
"Luca?"
Luca Genovese stood near the window, backlit by the morning sun bleeding through the glass. He was unbuttoning his jacket.
"Marco," Luca said, not turning around. "I'm guessing you bring me bad news."
Marco huffed, a tired sound. "I'm not exactly sure under which category I'm supposed to classify this news."
That made Luca turn.
