Chapter 68 Kidnapped

Alexander Mancini POV

I enter my office and lock the door behind me, treading across the carpeted floor toward my desk. My workspace is nothing to write home about. A couple of fake plants, old and tacky wallpaper, and a lazy ceiling fan rotating round and round. And it’s exactly how I want it. The decor screams ‘humble company owner.’ Nobody would blink twice at me or suspect me of wrongdoing. Everything is modest and understated.

I do not need flashy jewelry, overpriced sports cars, or imported Cuban cigars. What I want is to fly under the radar, to be underestimated. That’s how I’ll ensure Alexander Mancini’s success. Nobody will see us coming, and when they do— it will be too late.

I retrieve the burner phone hidden in the top drawer of my desk, the device still in the packaging. It was a major pain in the ass trying to track down Leonardo Franco’s number—it’s not like a mafia leader advertises that sort of thing—but after weeks of diligent work, I managed to track down a guy who