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345 Chiswick High Road

London

W4 4HS

Box 541

Passcode 872695124QE74

I pick up the key like it’s a spider. “Who does that? Who leaves a mysterious letter and a-a fucking key?”

“Erm, it would seem your parents, that’s who.” Katy grabs her phone and types in the address and holds up her screen. “Metropolitan Safe Deposits. Come on!” She grabs her bag and fishes out her car keys.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to see what the key opens, obviously.”

“Obviously,” I reply not moving, but she stands up.

“What are you waiting for?”

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Luca

“This doesn’t answer anyof the fucking questions I have.” I rub my temples in frustration. It’s been weeks since Layla’s grandfather had his fall. It’s been weeks of finding nothing. I stare around at my inner circle, where we’re gathered in my office at my club.

All cameras have been wiped.

Not only have the cameras been wiped, but the cameras in a mile radius have been wiped. Whoever did it was no amateur and has fucking contacts.

The questions are still building, who tried to kill me all those weeks ago, why did the Russians set me up, who ironically are still playing theWe’re innocentcard. Which we all know is bullshit, we saw the evidence on the driver. And finally the icing on the cake; who hurt Layla’s grandfather.

We also have the unfinished business with the Albanians move on Duchess' club. It’s all falling apart, and I cannot have the shipment with the Colombians go wrong, we are back precariously balanced on a knife's edge. Honestly, I’m beginning to wonder what the fuck everyone has been doing.

“So how do you want to proceed?” Black asks. “We have less than three weeks before the first Colombian shipment. We can’t afford a turf war at the Thames.”

Don’t I fucking know it.

“We also can’t afford to just sit around and wait for whoever made his move to make the next one.”

“I’m fully aware of that, Asher. I’m also aware of how important that shipment is.”

“We can’t afford to piss about, Luca.”

I want to march over to where the fucker sits on my leather sofa, feet kicked up on the table like he doesn’t have a care in the world and throttle the bastard.

But instead, I clench my jaw and swallow down my annoyance, mentally addingRemind Asher some mannersto my to do list and reply “We proceed as planned. Henry.” I look at my friend, and tech master. “Is the app at least ready to go?”

“Everything’s in place for the pilot.”

“What about the Albanians?”

“Covenant crews have started to cause problems just like we had planned,” Rome says from the leather sofa.

“So, if all goes to plan, that should break confidence with the Italians.”

“And keep the Covenant occupied,” Roman adds. “At least something is going right.”

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