ARMANDO
I paced my office, a glass of whiskey in hand and my thoughts drifting to old memories. It felt strange doubting Lorenzo, Alessandro, and even Giuseppe, but here I was, questioning the loyalty of men I had raised from the streets.
Lorenzo and Alessandro were identical twins, impossible to tell apart at first.
I still remembered the night when I had first seen them in that filthy underground fight club, blood on their fists, and murder in their eyes.
They were more like two sides of a single blade, each one moving in perfect sync with the other, striking as though they shared the same pulse. They weren’t just street fighters—they were something else, something raw and vicious. I watched as they took down every poor bastard that stepped into that cage, squeezing the life out o
