Alex managed a weak smile, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Victor. You saved my life. But I'm not that weak. I can still kick your butt right now if you want."
Victor laughed for a while before his gaze hardened as he surveyed the room, his voice dripping with an icy resolve. "This is just the beginning. We won't rest until every member of the Mafia pays for what they've done."
"They are surely here for Greg," he said as they looked at each other. They were not the main target, Greg was.
Victor immediately ran out of the room as Alex tried to follow suit but fell to the ground. He had been severely injured and needed help.
Victor rushed back in the room to help the man as they huddled to Dominic's and Kieran's room.
***
Greg stood at the roof, looking over the city as he knew what was coming to him.