Luca's pov
Things were getting out of hand. Alexei Mikhalov was getting out of hand. The bastard had struck again and this time with a more dirty blow.
I sat eerily still in my car, my arm propped on the door panel as I stared out the window, my eyes narrowed at the foreboding building of the ILSAAP office. I waited in rising fury, my mind a mess of my own thoughts.
I'd admit I had underestimated the young pakhan, I basically indulged his past attacks. I had been lax about my retaliations and it had fed his audacity, given him an illusion of invincibility where the matters of the Costra Nostra were concerned.
Dominic strode out of the great building, ascending the wide concrete stairs with a repose that didn't match the storm brewing in his gaze. He was flanked by the two capos that
