Chapter Fifty-Four.
“Boss, we have some news.”
The dark-haired man with grey peppered at his temples looked up from the paperwork he was fixated on. His deep brown eyes held zero emotion as he straightened up. Everything about him screamed power and danger as he bobbed his head once, giving his subordinate permission to speak.
“Luigi and Dante lost the special forces soldiers' wives at the airport in Copenhagen,” the man who stood before his boss gulped.
“Apparently, there was a scene. Jaxon Masters appeared, causing a crowd of screaming fans,” he continued.
“So, the Doviziosos are involved,” Giovanni Belloni sighed, placing his Mont Blanc pen at the top of his papers. He could go up against any family, but the Doviziosos were the exception to that rule. If they were involved, th
