~Riccardo's POV~
I was on my way to fetch my second bottle of wine when I was stopped by the vibration of my phone. It was well past noon by that time, and while I desperately wanted to call Marco and ask him how the plan was unfolding, I didn't want to cause any distractions.
I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone hoping it was Marco calling to deliver the good news. It had been Marco, and as expected, he had done a perfect job.
Marco Hernandez was probably the closest to anything I'd call a friend. We'd met at simple dinner party, he had been the chief security guard at the event, and he had even the most prestigious men around wondering if they were being targeted. Marco was thorough with his work, everyone was a suspect to him until proven otherwise, and he hadn't failed me once.
"Boss, we have him captured alongside three others. They're all unconscious now, but they should come around in a few minutes or more." Marco had informed me.
