RODRIGO’S POV
“We have our eyes on him,” Anthonio informed me as he walked into the room, causing me to get on my feet, and feel a dull ache on my shoulders.
I was going to make sure that bastard paid for what he did to me.
Nobody tries to scam me and get away with it.
Walking up to my drawer, I pulled out a tray. The components of my sniper were meticulously arranged side by side.
I began to assemble the sniper. “He won't even know what hit him,” I whispered.
Polishing it, I turned to face Anthonio. “Let's go take care of business.”
I donned my black silk hand gloves and then grabbed my pistol, tucking it into the holster that was clung to my waist belt.
As I exited the office, I spotted Tanya in the distance, her gaze scrutinizing. She folded her arms across her chest as she
