Alessio
The tension in the room ran high as we all waited for Leonardo to enter. “I want no fights, no guns, just stay chill, don’t say a word—and I’ll do the talking,” I commanded the men, making sure no one would do something out of the ordinary.
Dante clicked his tongue, “You telling us or yourself?”
Good question.
The door opened, and Leonardo entered with his men, a wicked smirk plastered on his lips. Among them was Anson, and I felt a storm of rage brewing inside me.
Our eyes locked, and he carried the same smirk as Leonardo, his eyes quite different from the last time we had met. I could hardly believe this was the same man who had begged me for mercy when his life hung by a thread and I was kind enough to let him live.
Now he was glaring at me, as if daring me to make a move,
