Dante stood up from Paulo’s bedside, turning slowly to face the intruder. He didn't look at Marco’s g*n. He looked at Marco’s eyes.
"This building is no longer yours, Marco," Dante said. "And these people are not property. You have sixty seconds to tell me who in the Virelli family signs your checks. If you do, I’ll let you walk out of here. If you don't, you’ll be the first person I bury in the foundation of the new Monterio."
Marco barked a laugh, gesturing to his men. "You hear this guy? He thinks he’s a player. Kid, I’ve got fifty guys in this block alone. You’re in a coffin, you just haven't realized it yet."
Dante didn't blink. He glanced at his watch. "Fifty-five seconds."
Behind Marco, the shadows in the hallway seemed to move. Enzo stepped into the doorway, his silhouette bloc
