*Alberto’s POV*
“Fūcking traitors,” Francisco hissed under his breath as we continued to listen to all the bottom feeders strategize against us. Even with the masks, we knew who was who.
I had my lucky knife in my hand while I opened and closed it like a lunatic as I listened to those assholes. f**k it. I’m a lunatic and I’m proud.
“So any idea when we are moving in?” One of them asked Ventura as he scratched his beard.
Isa’s eye twitched as she glared back at the asshole, but Santoro placed his hand on her exposed thigh and squeezed it hard, earning a soft gasp to escape her lips. I stopped midway closing my knife while I watched them tensely.
“Do you need help controlling your bītch?” Ventura asked Santoro with an amused smile.
“I’m going to fūcking kill him,” Francisco sneered
