Dante's POV
The rest of the ride to the warehouse was as awkward as it could get. I didn’t stop glaring at Alfonso the whole way there. Marco had taken over the steering wheel, and I sat behind him, sipping whiskey to calm my nerves before I forgot who Alfonso was and ended his pathetic life.
When we got to the warehouse, one of my tech guys ran outside to meet us, his eyes wide in panic and breathing heavily as though he had just run five miles.
“Don, we just got info. We found out who was behind Gianni’s shooting.”
My ears perked up, and I felt my heart jump.
“Who was it?” I growled, forming a tight fist with my hands.
He shook his head, a silent signal that it wasn’t a matter to be discussed in the open. I nodded, and we moved into the warehouse.
On the outside, it looked like a
