chapter 62

Antonio's footsteps echoed through the deserted alleyway, the sound of his boots against the pavement a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. He moved with purpose, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge, thoughts of justice for his father's untimely death.

As he followed the men deeper into the labyrinth of streets, the city seemed to close in around him, the buildings looming like silent sentinels, their shadows stretching out like dark fingers reaching for him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a cold prickle of unease that prickled at the back of his neck.

But he pushed aside his fear, his focus unwavering as he followed the men to their destination. They led him through a maze of narrow alleys and dimly lit streets, their movements quick and purposeful, as if they were eager to reach their destination.

Finally, they came to a stop outside a nondescript building tucked away in the heart of the city. The men exchanged a silent glance before one of them stepped