Wolf’s POV
I was in my private quarters, going through information about all of Vincenzo’s recent engagements.
Something about his movements didn’t sit right with me.
Ever since the intruder broke in a few days ago, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that Vincenzo was connected to it somehow. Whoever broke in wasn’t there to steal money. They were looking for something specific.
The vault.
And that meant they were most likely looking for proof about Nora; Wanting to know of her identity and her whereabouts.
And the whole matter disturbed me even more because of the fact Vincenzo had raised the topic during our last meeting with the brotherhood.
I lit a cigar, letting the smoke curl slowly as I leaned back, poured myself a drink, and took a sip.
"Vincenzo, you sly fox." I murmu
