Giovanni Moretti
I loomed over Matteo, my hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to throttle him. The bastard had finally started talking, spilling details about Alessia's location after two days of interrogation. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, and tension coiled in every muscle.
"Where?" I growled, leaning in close enough to smell the sweat on Matteo's skin.
He flinched, eyes darting between Alessandro and me. "An old warehouse on the outskirts of town," Matteo rasped. "Near the abandoned shipyard."
I exchanged a glance with Alessandro, noting the cold calculation in his eyes. We both knew the area - isolated, full of decaying buildings perfect for hiding illicit activities.
"Specifics," Alessandro demanded, his voice low and menacing. "Now."
As Matteo stam
