The persistent buzzing of the phone pierced the early morning silence. Dante’s eyes snapped open, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He sat up with a low grunt and ran a hand over his face, trying to shake off the heavy weight of exhaustion. He had barely closed his eyes, Svetlana’s image still burning in his thoughts.

He reached for the phone on the nightstand and answered in a low voice.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Adriano, boss,” came the steady reply from his trusted man in Mila