CESARE'S POV:
"What the f**k did you say?" I yelled at the guard, looking at the garage's entrance.
"You let her escape on a f*****g four-wheeler? And you couldn't find a way to stop her?" I grabbed his shirt, raising my hand.
"I–I couldn't—" he stuttered.
"I'll take care of this, Boss," Bernadino cut in. "She couldn't have gone far, and it's dark."
I glared at the guard for a second and looked at the man rolling my bike forward.
"Let's go." I released his shirt, pushing him to the floor as I walked to the bike.
"You... shouldn't, Sir," Bernadino muttered. "I already have my men chasing after—"
"I don't care," I snapped, hopping on the bike.
"Have him confined," I pointed to the guard. "We'll have a discussion after this on duties."
"Y–Yes, Sir..." the guard stuttered, lowering h
