Maldini’s eyes narrowed.
"Walk away, Como," Divolly said over his shoulder. "Tell your client the game is over. And tell him… Divolly Markward sends his regards." Divolly Markward - Como Maldini -Extended Mix...
Divolly turned his back on Maldini. A fatal move in any other scenario. But tonight, the rules had changed. Maldini’s eyes narrowed
"Here is the offer," Maldini said. "Return the paintings by dawn. Or I will make you disappear in a way that will look like an accident, feel like a betrayal, and sound like a sigh." And tell him… Divolly Markward sends his regards
Maldini stood alone on the terrace, the glass of Barolo still untouched. He didn't chase. He didn't call for backup.
"I made a withdrawal," Divolly replied, letting the beat thrum between them. "The art belongs in a museum. Not in a vault."