chapter 81

In the dimly lit office of Vito Valencio, the air was heavy with tension as Antonio confronted his uncle, the man responsible for his father's death. Vito sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as Antonio stood before him, his eyes burning with righteous fury.

"You think you can just waltz in here and accuse me of something like this?" Vito scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You've got no proof, Antonio. No evidence. Just wild accusations."

Antonio clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger. "I don't need proof, Vito. I know what you did. I know you ordered the hit on my father, and I won't rest until you pay for what you've done."

Vito leaned back in his chair, a cold smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And what makes you think you can take me down, Antonio? You're just a kid playing at being a gangster. You don't have the stones to take on someone like me."

Antonio's nostrils flared with anger as he fought to control his temper. "I may be young, Vito, but I'