Chapter 71

***MATTEO'S POV***

My blood is churning in me. All I want is to lay my hands on the fucker that hurt Michelle. Whoever the fuck he is has no sense in what he is doing because they touched what is mine.

I've got my guns ready and as we approach the house, I wait on Sinclair, waiting on his instructions.

Do you want Rocco Milani dead?" I ask, looking out the window.

"Yes, if he poses as much as a threat, take the motherfucker down. I didn't ask him not to be good enough to climb the mafia ladder. He fucked up, I don't see reasons why he should put that on me," Sorvino says.

At exactly nine p.m. We reach the street and on Sorvino's order, we come down, walking like different men, following different routes.

"Kill any of Rocco's men too. No one comes out alive except Michelle," he orders.

We all babe our revolvers in place and with that consideration in hand, we walk out of the place, my eyes beady as I check out for any enemy on our side.

None.

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