C141 Carmine is injured

The sleek black Maserati roared as it drove through the night, its tinted windows reflecting the dim street lights of the outskirts of Naples. Inside, Carmine Montanari loosened his silk tie and exhaled slowly, he had left Rosalia at the hotel to meet with some business leaders.

“Everything alright, boss?” Luca, his guard, asked from the driver’s seat