ENZO'S POV

It had been a week since my warehouse caught fire. Nothing much had happened, except for the ruins and problems I kept running into.

Silvio, as usual, was doing his job.

I hadn't heard from him since the day of the incident. After one of my men found that phone, they lost it the next moment.

No one needed to tell me one of the men working for my brother had retrieved it. We had nothing to prove this, but I knew for sure that one of them did. If only the warehouse were still complete - without any ruin, we would make use of the CCTV and...