Adriano
I grabbed my coat and put it on, with Matteo following closely behind, silent and alert like a shadow.
“Call the other guards,” I instructed, facing him.
“On it, sir.”
He disappeared and quickly reappeared with six large, brutal figures chosen for their ruthlessness. They were merely tools for the hunt.
The bar was close, but every second stretched like torture. The thought of her breathing freely while I seethed in rage made my vision blur with fury.
She hadn’t just stolen files. She had challenged me. Disrespected me. The audacity of her actions felt like a slap in the face, demanding retribution in blood.
We parked a block away from our destination. The alley next to the bar smelled of stale beer, urine, and desperation, the smell of lives worth nothing.
I took a deep br
