"Listen, Antony," Alexei's voice cracked with suppressed rage, "if she's not here by the agreed time, we'll start a war!"
The call ended abruptly, leaving Alexei to fume in the eerie silence of impending conflict. Outside, he gestured furiously, rallying his men to action.
"I want every resource focused on finding her!" Alexei's orders rang out, his eyes blazing with determination.
Amid the chaos, Anton's mocking laughter grated on Alexei's nerves. "I warned you," Anton jeered, "they're all trouble. Should've stuck with our own."
"What do I want with whores?" Alexei's retort was venomous, his fury barely contained. "I never wanted a whore!"
Ignoring his father's attempt at reason, Alexei stormed out, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. In his sleek Aurus Senat, he dialed Elba, a plan forming in his mind.
"I want Don Antony's head," Alexei said in a low and deadly voice. He had betrayed us. This was our last chance."
"Are you sure?" The hitman's hesitation was palpable.
"I'll give them three hours," Alexei's voice brooked no argument. "Five million for Don's head."
As he sped towards the airport, Alexei's mind raced with thoughts of vengeance and the looming specter of betrayal. This time, there would be no escape.
