From the shadows, Lucius Vorenus stepped forward, phone in hand, recording everything. Behind him, the sound of sirens—real ones, called by an anonymous tip. Carabinieri flooded the warehouse.
“The nightclub owner?” Marcus frowned.
Marcus went. Not for glory, but for answers.
From the shadows, Lucius Vorenus stepped forward, phone in hand, recording everything. Behind him, the sound of sirens—real ones, called by an anonymous tip. Carabinieri flooded the warehouse.
“The nightclub owner?” Marcus frowned. Private - Gladiator -2002-
Marcus went. Not for glory, but for answers. From the shadows, Lucius Vorenus stepped forward, phone