The warehouse was eerily silent. Quiet to the extent that even the drop of a pin on the floor, could be heard. The only sound whatsoever in the warehouse was an occasional drip of water from a leaking pipe.
Luca’s men stood around in an unintentional circle, all facing one direction: the center. In the center of the room, Rafael Vincenzo sat tied to a metal chair, his face bruised and battered, he struggled to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. His head was bent, and his suit was torn to shreds.
Luca was the last to come into the warehouse. They had all been waiting for him after capturing Rafael where he had gone clubbing in a quiet part of the city. He was seen at the Fezalaro Club, a club that was owned by Lita Romano, Vittorio Moretti’s estranged lover. He had refused to leave the c
