I alighted from the car, still on the phone, and walked toward the entrance while the guards bowed.

"I'll let you know how it's coming along," I said, stepping inside as a guard held the door. The caller spoke on the line, and I answered before ending the call. "Inform them. It works in our favor. Bianchi's terms give us a clear advantage."

I hung up, and Black took the phone from my hand.

"You're back," Adam's voice drifted down from above. I looked up to see him descending the main staircase.

"What's up, brother?" I called out in Italian, watching him approach. But my focus shifted almost instantly when...