Chapter 64

• The jet touched down on the tarmac of Serrano City's private airstrip with a gentle thump. As the engines wound down, Michael Donovan stood from his plush leather seat, his expression carved from stone.
• He descended the stairs with purposeful strides, not even sparing a glance at the luxury cars idling nearby. Four hulking men in crisp black suits immediately fell into step beside him.
• "Capo," one of them greeted him gruffly. "We've secured the perimeter."