t had been a long weekend of training my limbs were aching and my body was just about functioning. Domienico had told me in time I would get used to it cause right now my body didn’t want to move and we were going to the shooting range. I hoped I didn’t shoot one of them, maybe Nicolo he was still an a*s hole I often wondered how he and Domienico we’re related. They were nothing alike.
‘Sir we have the photo and we have a lead on the plates.’
‘Enter.’
Gianni. Luca, Metteo, Marco and Antonio were in the large office trying to work out a strategy to get Vallea back; they'd told their sisters they were not to get involved; it was too dangerous. Putting the plans aside Deiago placed the photo down and it had been enlarged so they could see their perpetrators face. They stared at it, it was
