Riccardo stormed out of his room, his steps loud and hurried, only to find Lorenzo standing silently by the large, floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city. The full moon bled into the penthouse, painting Lorenzo in shades of dark and shadow. He didn't even flinch when Riccardo called out, "Buddy!"
Lorenzo turned slowly, his face blank but eyes sharp.
"Romano just called me," Riccardo started, breathless from the rush. "What the hell did you do to Father's shipment?"
Lorenzo didn't answer. He only walked over to the crystal decanter on the table and poured himself a drink, the clink of glass echoing in the tense silence.
"You called the cops on the docks? Are you insane? That shipment had millions worth of product—drugs, arms, and even women, Lorenzo! You just blew up years of operations."
Lorenzo took a sip, then said coldly, "They posted that video of Silver. They dragged her name through the mud. I warned them. They didn't listen."
