Luca's pov
The death toll was a total of forty-eight. Forty-eight people out of the hundred and twenty people that were present for the wedding party.
I stared at the list of their names projected on the grey walls of the conference room of my main club, my muscles tightening beneath my skin. Fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, all dead.
A turbulent wave clashed in my chest and I pressed my fist on the conference table, even children hadn't been spared.
Dominic, sensing the pressure building inside me, flipped the list to something else and I was now staring at a picture of an unfamiliar man. “This is Yaroslav Kozlov aka the deathsmith and he's the Alexei's most deadliest krysha-”
Krysha was the Russian term for enforcer and I didn't need Dominic’s inform
