Alessio’s POV
The damp room reeked of sweat and blood, the dim light casting flickering shadows against the cracked walls. Silvio sat bound to a chair, his face already bruised and bloodied from Dante’s earlier "greeting."
I stepped into the room, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt as the sound of my footsteps echoed ominously. Silvio’s eyes flickered up to meet mine, a mixture of fear and defiance brewing behind his swollen gaze.
“Well, Silvio,” I said, my tone calm but ice-cold. “You’ve caused quite a mess.”
He spat blood onto the floor, his lips curling into a sneer. “You De Lucas think you’re untouchable, don’t you?”
Dante chuckled darkly from the corner, arms crossed over his chest. “Untouchable? No, we just make sure anyone stupid enough to touch us doesn’t live to tell the tale
