ITALY
11:35 PM
A thousand miles away from Norway, a group of people clad in expensive Italian suits are huddled around an oak table facing a man with a murderous look on his face. The devilish mess of his hair was styled with such intricacy that made him look more of a model than a cold-blooded killer. But either way, his blank, dark eyes made the latter clear.
He was handsome, more so than the rest of the people that surrounded him with such respect and fear.
He fixed his dress shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows precariously, revealing a small tattoo with his mother’s name on it. Running a hand over the soft waves of his hair, he cleared his throat and motioned for one of his men to tell him the details.
“The young Salvatore is currently in Norway, boss, together with fi
