"Fine. We do it your way," Jameson relented. "Call your man. Tell him to move Martin to the place I provide."
"I will. But Remo goes to the hospital first," Luca said, refusing to budge. He kept his eyes locked on Jameson, matching his gaze with defiance.
Jameson leaned in, warning him. "Luca, the longer you drag this out, the worse the fallout is going to be for you. Don't test my patience."
"Fine. It's a deal." Luca pulled his phone from his pocket and speed-dialed Bastian. As soon as the line connected, he demanded, "Do you have Martin secure?"
Without waiting for a reply, he tapped the screen to switch the call to speakerphone, placing it on his palm.
"Yes, he's with me," Bastian's voice crackled through the speaker.
Jameson didn't waste a second. He leaned over the phone and commanded, "Have him drop Martin off at the Port of Tessa. Right now."
