Lorenzo's POV
I sat in my truck, contemplating on getting out. I hadn't set foot in the cemetery since the mass burial over a week ago. It had been a spectacular burial and they truly deserved it. Each of every one of them lying in their graves had fought and risked their life for the mafia and I was eternally grateful to them for their service.
As the leader of the mafia, I had declared a one-day mourning and had vowed to find the perpetrators. John couldn't have done all of these by himself, he had to have an ally or allies, more powerful than the ones I knew about already.
I'd spent the whole week sitting next to Marissa who was still in a coma. It hadn't been easy but we had managed to bring her home where she had the best doctors at her disposal and on my behalf, Matteo had set abo
