(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Leo's pacing has gone from restless to unhinged.
"Fuck," he mutters again, raking a hand through his hair. "We're totally fucked."
He spins on his heel to face the rest of us. His eyes are wild, and the dark circles under them make him look like he hasn't slept in days. "The most valuable asset we've got is sitting behind enemy lines, guarded by Raffaele's lapdogs. Yeah, we're one-hundred percent fucked."
Bruno leans forward from the corner, his voice rough and low. "Where exactly in the office, boss?"
Valentino groans, shifting slightly on the bed. He looks pale—like the blood's drained right out of him. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp, barely above a whisper. "In… the safe. Behind the painting. The one of… the lake."
Sandra crosses her arms, already shaking her head. "Okay, well, that option's off the table. We can't risk exposing the drive to Raffaele. If he gains knowledge of what's in it, he'll move it—or worse, destroy it."
