ALESSANDRO’S POV
The gunshot rang out the entire dining room. Everyone glanced at me and then diverted their gazes back to their meals not questioning me or my authority. The Russells seemed wary of my decision to kill my own men off.
The truth is he had pissed me off two months ago and since then I have been trying to get my revenge. He had shown a desire to marry
Natalya and that for some reason pissed me the f**k off.
Leaning back, I rested a forearm on the table. Anger burned in my chest, I had to keep it in check so, I won't kill every single f*****g person in here. And I really wanted to put a bullet in Paul Russell's head.
Hellen's mother showed her distaste by glaring directly at me. Apparently, she did not like the idea of blood while she was peacefully eating her dinner. Why
