Nestore's pov
"Nevio!!!"
"Touche," I muttered with a smirk as our father's voice boomed through the front door.
"Let me in you son of bitches," He shouted, struggling against the guards trying to hold him back.
"Mr. Cavarallo," one of the guards called eyes flicking to me, waiting for my orders.
"Let him in," I
The door was pushed open with a loud bang and there he was, our so-called Father,
Disheveled, furious, sweating in a way that betrayed fear behind all that false bravado of his.
"You’ve lost your damn minds!" he roared, stepping inside, his eyes darting to the jar beside him, his hands reached for it, flinging in
Nevio didn’t even flinch. Just stood there, arms folded, gaze stone cold as the jar landed on his body with a loud crash.
"You f*****g bastards think you ca
