Sold to the Capo-Chapter 110: PLANNING A HEIST

VINCENZO’S POV

"You should get some rest."

Salvatore’s voice cut through the quiet night, his steps measured as he approached.

I didn’t turn. My gaze was fixed on the distant city lights as I stared down at the lights, my hands gripping the balcony harder. Michael was behaving really weird.

The bastard wasn’t picking up my calls.

The first thought that came to mind was that he had pulled some stunt, smuggled Adriana out of my reach, but his phone was still traced to Costa Rica. If he was still there, then this wasn’t about him hiding her from me.

Something wasn’t adding up.

"Go back inside," I muttered, my voice even, but firm.

Salvatore ignored me. Instead, he leaned against the banister, mirroring my posture as he looked out at the dark sky.

"Do you think we need to talk?" he asked.

I finally turned to him, my eyes landing on the plaster across his nose. A smirk tugged at my lips. Served him right.

"Do we?" I drawled, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Salvatore exhaled sharply. "Look, I know you don’t want to hear it, but I need to say it anyway."

I gave a humorless chuckle. "Oh, this should be good."

"I’m sorry."

I scoffed, shaking my head as I looked back at the city. "For what exactly? The betrayal? The fact that you worked for the bastard who wanted me dead? Or is this an apology for still breathing?"

He didn’t flinch. "For all of it."

I turned fully now, arms crossed. "Don’t make me laugh."

"When I first took the job, I hated you," he admitted, his voice steady, as if he had already made peace with his words. "So I didn’t care that I was being sent to destroy you. But things changed. You changed."

I chuckled darkly. "Touched my heart, truly. So let me guess, at some point, you just couldn’t go through with it?"

Salvatore ran a hand through his hair, exhaling in frustration. "I’m not asking for forgiveness, Vincenzo. I just need you to know that I regret it."

I studied him for a long moment before turning back to the night. Silence stretched between us, heavy and neither of us tried to break it for a while.

After a while, I spoke, my voice quiet. "Why didn’t you tell Master LaRosa about Adriana? Or the Haven?"

Salvatore stiffened slightly but didn’t hesitate. "I’m not feeding him information anymore, you know? and I didn’t want to at the time"

That caught my interest. I glanced at him. "That so?"

He nodded. "They’re children."

I let his words sink in before changing the subject. "The ledger. Did I happen to mention that Micheal is behaving weird just when this happened?"

Salvatore sighed. "That ledger holds the power to burn every mafia family to the ground. You think Henry still has it?"

"No." My jaw clenched. "That’s the problem. I don’t know who does. Could be Grace, could be Henry or..."

He turned to me now, arms crossed. "Michael wouldn’t betray us."

"Wouldn’t he?" I arched a brow. "Then why the fuck is he dodging my calls?"

Salvatore frowned. "You think something’s happened?"

"I think something is wrong," I corrected, my tone sharp.

"Are you sending men in the morning?"

I laughed, a dark, mirthless sound. "Salvatore, I sent men hours ago."

His brows lifted in surprise. "And?"

"They haven’t arrived yet."

That shut him up.

Another moment of silence stretched between us before I turned to face him fully. My voice was calm, but lethal. "I still haven’t forgiven you."

He swallowed.

"And if you ever, ever tell LaRosa about Adriana or the Haven," I stepped closer, my voice lowering, "I will kill you slowly. Do you understand me?"

Salvatore held my gaze, then gave a small nod. "Understood."

I turned away, heading inside without another word.

After a while I was in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the unopened pack of cigarettes on my bedside table. My fingers itched for one, but I didn’t smoke anymore.

Not since her.

Instead, I reached for my phone, scrolling through old messages, thinking of Henry, of Grace, of that fucking ledger. Who had it now? And what would they do with it?

Valentina’s blueprint file popped up on my screen. My eyes narrowed as I pulled it up.

I tapped the call button.

"Bring me Valentina."

The guard obeyed without question.

A few minutes later, she walked in, dressed in black, her sharp gaze assessing me instantly. "What is it?"

"We’re still going through with the Bratva trade infiltration. There’s every chance the ledger will be there. Our plan isn’t Julius anymore but the ledger" I cut straight to the point.

She frowned. "That’s in two days. The plan won’t work anymore. You canceled the first plan. Too many variables have changed—"

"Then we change the plan."

"Should I bring another plan?" She asked.

"Go on, I’m listening"

She pulled up her own copy of the blueprint, pointing to the eastern entrance. "We’d breach through here—one team sniping from the rooftops while another moves in from the ground. We’d plant C4s on the west end as a distraction, forcing them to focus fire there while we extract the ledger."

I exhaled sharply. "That’s a garbage plan."

Valentina scowled. "What?"

"They’ll expect explosives. The Bratva always assumes an attack when trade-offs happen. If we plant C4s, they’ll evacuate the VIPs before we even get close. And..." I jabbed a finger at the map. "...you’re underestimating their defenses. This isn’t just a trade, it’s a meeting of high-ranking officials. The place will be crawling with security that’ll make sure they don’t get blown off at the centre."

She frowned. "Then what do you suggest?"

I leaned forward, tapping a section of the blueprint.

"We don’t attack outright. We make them think they’re under siege from the inside."

Her eyes narrowed. "How?"

I traced a path along the underground sewer system leading beneath the warehouse. "We go under."

She blinked. "You want us to crawl through sewer tunnels?"

"No, I want our fake attack team to use the tunnels. We plant operatives inside disguised as Bratva security personnel. They’ll start spreading panic from within, making it seem like there’s a traitor among them. Meanwhile, we move in quietly from here—" I pointed to a hidden maintenance entry on the south end. "—and let the chaos work in our favor."

Valentina hesitated, studying the plan. "Okay, but what about their surveillance? They’ll have snipers, drones, thermal cameras. If we move through the south end, their heat signatures will catch us immediately."

I smirked. "Not if we make sure they don’t trust their own surveillance."

Her brows furrowed. "Meaning?"

I pointed at the power grid station two blocks from the warehouse. "We don’t cut the power—because that’s predictable. Instead, we corrupt their feeds. We’ll loop their surveillance cameras with old footage so they don’t realize we’re there until it’s too late."

Valentina pursed her lips. "That’s risky."

"It’s necessary." I tapped the map again. "Now, let’s talk entry points."

She pointed to a side door near the loading docks. "We breach through here."

"No." I shook my head. "That’s too obvious. The Bratva doesn’t trust open spaces. This entire section will be under constant guard."

Her frown deepened. "Then how do we get in?"

I pointed to a garbage disposal chute connected to the lower levels of the warehouse.

"We go in through the trash."

Valentina recoiled. "You want us to climb through garbage?"

"I want us to get in without being shot in the fucking head."

She huffed. "Alright, fine. Let’s say we get inside that way. Any other ideas?"

"Underground tunnel" I grinned.

Valentina’s brows furrowed as she studied the map. "The underground tunnel... how do you know it still exists?"

I smirked. "I had someone check weeks ago. The Bratva sealed it, but nothing explosives can’t fix."

She exhaled. "Alright. What about the security override? Corrupting their surveillance won’t be easy."

I tapped the power grid station on the blueprint. "We won’t shut down the whole system. Just two specific feeds—the main corridor and the private rooms. We’ll loop their old security footage there."

Valentina nodded slowly. "Okay, but how do we get someone inside to plant the jammer?"

"I could use Emelia to get in. She’s one of them anyways. They won’t let her in high ranking places but surely the man who liked her was a high ranked person, they’d believe if she came with his authority"

Valentina exhaled. "That’s fucking insane."

"It’s fucking brilliant."

She hesitated. "But what if they ask for credentials?"

I smirked. "That’s where Salvatore comes in."

Her expression darkened. "You trust him?"

"No." I grabbed my phone. "But I trust that he doesn’t want to die. And he knows how to forge credentials good enough to fool the Bratva."

She nodded slowly. "Alright. But what about exfil? How do we get out?"

I traced a line along the docks behind the warehouse.

"There’s a cargo ship scheduled to leave that night. We hide inside one of the containers and sail out of there before they realize what’s happened."

Valentina exhaled. "That’s a tight window."

"We only need a few minutes. We just need to time everything perfectly."

She nodded, standing. "I’ll start working on logistics." Then she left.

The room was silent except for the faint buzz of my phone.

I glanced at the screen, about to put it away when my entire body went still.

A message.

From an unknown number.

"Come meet me at the old factory in the square. We need to talk"

And then, the name at the bottom.

My blood ran cold.

Grace?