#Chapter 100 - The attack

Aldo The call came late at night, shattering the fragile quiet that had settled over the Marcello estate. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jarring me from a restless sleep. Instantly awake, I reached for the warbling device. Pressed it to my ear. “Marcello.” “There’s been an attack,” came the low voice from the other end. My heart leapt into my throat, and I was instantly out of bed. Not that I’d been expecting anything less; late-night calls were never good news. “What happened?” I pulled my pants on with my phone wedged between my head and shoulder. One-handed—I’d gotten good at this maneuver in the past weeks. “Not sure yet,” Luca said, his voice slightly muffled and breathless, like he was hurrying somewhere. “We’re pretty sure it was Rossetti. He took out a target downtown. One of ours, but we’re not sure who.” “Send me the address. I’ll be right there.” I hung up, shoved my phone into my pocket. “Aldo?” Layla sat up in the vacated bed behind me. “What’s going on?”