A mixture of anger and frustration was coursing through every part of his body it was making it hard to breathe. No he was past anger this was pure unadulterated rage.

Each and every one of his men stood in silence watching and waiting. Though they appeared calm and at attention, there was fear in them.

Alessio abruptly stood up making his chair fall and hurled a glass at the wall behind them.

No one moved.

" You had one order. One fucking order above any order I have ever given you." He spoke slowly trying to reign in the blood pumping rage he felt.

"Fratello it was not their...