Luciano
My phone rang while I was still standing in the shadows behind the warehouse, staring at the blood and smoke that filled the air. I picked up the phone, answered without looking.
“What?”
It was Isabella’s voice that popped up.
“Lucianooooo. I just got word that you were being attacked at Santiago’s place earlier tonight. Is everything okay?”
I glanced at Ricardo, who was standing a few feet away with that calm smile still on his face. “I’m fine. But I need answers right now.”
I ended the call and stepped closer to my uncle. “Start talking, Ricardo. What were you doing here? My men just stopped Santiago’s attack, and suddenly you appear like you belong with them.”
Ricardo raised his hands slowly. “Easy, nephew. I heard rumors that someone planned to hit the warehouse. I ca
