"Something to hold over their heads." Luca added.
"Boss…"
"Calm yourself, Marco." Luca understood what this was costing Marco. But this…whatever was happening right now, was entirely Marco's fault. "You lost this one."
"She is not safe." He said again.
"Then keep her safe," he said finally. "But do it respectably." His eyes held Marco's making sure his instruction didn't leave room for misinterpretation. "Without crossing any lines."
*****
Marghera smelled faintly of the petrochemical plants that had defined its skyline for decades — a working place, a place of cranes and container yards. It had never been beautiful and it had made its peace with that a long time ago.
