ALESSANDRO’S POV
I gripped the weapon in my hands as I gestured for my men to stay back. The dirty old building stood in the middle of nowhere. This is the location that Mark Leopold had sent me. It could be a trap and here I f*****g was.
It looked like something Ignacio Reyes would own. He was a f*****g scum. He didn't belong to any of the mafia's family, he was more of a small-town gangster that had made big and decided to cross me after I had put a bullet in his father's head. I had more men, more wealth, and more power than him but that didn't stop him. He was hellbent on destroying me. Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Alessandro Costello.
A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our
