Chapter 393 The Clock Is Ticking

• Dante’s grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles turning white as his eyes darted across the message that had just popped up on his screen.
• His pulse quickened, a deep sense of unease creeping into his chest. He had worked under Bernardo Provenzano for years, long enough to know when something was about to go very, very wrong.
• “What is it?” Bernardo growled, flicking ash from his cigarette into a crystal tray. His tone was edged with irritation, the same way a lion might react to a fly buzzing too close to its face.