Chapter 250

The morning after the attack on Don Marcello’s villa, Marco sat in his sedan on a quiet side street. The dashboard clock crept past seven. Outside, the city was waking up—delivery vans rolled by, and a woman walked her dog, unaware of what had happened just hours earlier.

His knuckles were still bruised. A crumpled newspaper lay on the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the headline: Bloodbath: Gan