(Adriano pov)
“Talk,” I commanded, dropping the hammer with a clang, grabbing his chin again, flesh yielding soft and pulpy now, the man swallowed convulsively, blood bubbling at his lips.
“It wasn’t... supposed to go like this. They said you wouldn’t be out yet. Shipment moves clean.”
“Who said that?” Luca pressed, leaning in.
He hesitated, eyes rolling wild, I didn’t. My fist drove into his side, his ribs giving way with a splintering crunch, he howled, convulsing.
“Names,” I growled, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his battered body.
“D-Don Alvarez!” he choked, voice splintering. “It’s his operation... expanding... taking your routes... all of ‘em.”
Silence crashed down, broken only by his ragged wheezing.
Luca shot me a look. “That’s a problem. Alvarez? He’s been
