Chapter 65
Cristiano
Have you ever tasted the kind of anger that makes you want to tear the whole world apart? The kind that sits heavy in your gut, weighing you down like chains, but also fuels you like the purest shot of adrenaline?
That was me.
My hands were steady, my breathing even, but inside, I was a storm waiting to be unleashed. Giovanni had taken Annalisa. My Annalisa. And that bastard was about to learn that “you don’t touch what belongs to me and live to tell the tale.”
The convoy of blacked-out SUVs tore down the rain-slicked streets, slicing through the city like a pack of wolves hunting prey. Ronald’s men had met us on the way, just like he promised, bringing an arsenal that would make a warlord proud.
“Boss,” Ricardo muttered beside me, clicking a round into his rifle
