Marcell's POV.
“Marcell." Ren quietly addressed me
Ren and I pushed passed armed guards. Some from my house and some from other households present in the estate.
“Don Russo."
Ren used my title to grab my attention. But I was a man on a mission with one single goal in mind. I needed information on where Stew was being held.
“Dammit Marcell. Stop." Ren's calm voice begged for me to still, frantic enough to pull my feet to a pause.
“What?" I growled.
I hadn't been this version of myself for years. Not since Diego had helped me put a lid on it. Not since I had learned to focus my fury on Aldo Russo and not everyone else around me. But now I didn't have that outlet. Those men behind those doors would be the best outlet for how I was feeling. Right now the only person standing betwe
