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Vittore's POV
"Sir. He's awake."
My gaze moved from my phone to Maddox. I slid the device in my pocket and walked across my now destroyed lawn, past the crashed car in the side of my building to where my men had tied up one of the survivors of the failed attack.
I stood in front of the man that recently had a bullet wound in his stomach and knee. The sun shine brightly in the sky and there was a stiff breeze that blew past me. The man looked up, his eyes showing nothing but fear. The snake tattoo on the side of his neck was familiar. Sante Di Laura dared to send his men into my home.
"Why were you here?" I asked darkly, glaring at the now trembling man.
"I- I- it was't..."
"I don't understand gibberish so you better speak the fuck up. Now," I commanded.
"It was for revenge! Revenge for stealing from our boss," the coward said and I narrowed my gaze at him before turning to one of my men.