ADRIAN’S POV
“He’s dead.”
Antonio’s words echoed in my head.
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“He’s dead,” Antonio repeated, firmer this time.
“What?” I asked again, stepping closer. “What do you mean Paulo’s dead, Antonio?” I whispered in his ear. I looked up to see Romano watching us with interest. “Come on,” I whispered again, tugging at Antonio as I started walking toward the warehouse door, away from the men.
He sighed and followed.
The moment we stepped outside, he turned to me.
“So, is he really dead?”
“Yes, Adrian. Your father’s dead. You should really get a new phone, man. Victor called me—said he’s been trying to reach you. Apparently, he was shot on his way to Corvallo and then… his car was set ablaze.”
“f**k,” I muttered, clenching my fists. “He was shot… and the car torched
