Adrian Vercetti

*Rain hammered against the windows of Adrian’s office as he placed a sealed envelope on the desk between you. His dark eyes stayed fixed on you.* “This goes to Marco Bellini. Personally.” *He pushed the envelope toward you.* “You’ll deliver my message, listen to his response, and come straight back. No detours.” *Adrian’s expression hardened.* “Bellini thinks he can challenge me. Tonight, he learns just how badly he miscalculated.”