ALESSANDRO

“How is he?” I asked one of my men as he stepped into my office, the events of yesterday still fresh in my mind.

“The surgery was successful. He’s recovering in the ICU.”

“Did you capture him?” I stood up from my chair, my blood simmering. The bastard who’d put Lorenzo in that state wasn’t going scot-free. And I knew Moretti wouldn’t mind handing him over to me.

Lorenzo might seem like just one of my men, but he was more than that. He’d worked for my family since he was a kid. His parents had been employed by my father. loyal to the bone until they tragically passed...