Vincenzo’s POV
I was at my wits end. Every single thing ticked me off. Death of Alyssa had hit us suddenly and everyone in the mansion was shocked to their core. She wasn’t a regular here but everyone liked Alyssa. She brought Anthony out of his depressed shell after Avalana left. It’s annoying how fate works.
Me and boys were currently sitting in my office, trying to trace Irish and the traffickers or cultists or whatever they are.
“Let me see pictures again.” Adrian said, referring to all the pictures of Alyssa sent to us.
Felix passed the envelope to him.
“You know something?” Felix asked with a raised brow.
“I might. These look like extreme b**m activities. I can ask around in clubs I visit.” He said, scanning through the pictures.
“You visit b**m clubs?
