Brink of War

Valentin’s POV

“What?” I said, even though I’d heard Levan clearly.

“The drop site Rocco was instructed to use was an industrial dock just off Morrissey Boulevard. Deep in Silesian territory.”

For a few seconds, I couldn’t move.

In Denver’s underworld, territory lines were more than boundaries, they were scripture. Sacred. Etched into the streets like bloodlines into a family tree. You didn’t cro