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Ricardo's POV

A cold fury swept through me at the mention of Aiden's name. How dare he interfere with my plans again, to disrupt everything I had worked so hard to achieve?

I found myself gripping the table behind me almost convulsively. This felt like a constant thorn in my side, determined to dig in no matter what I did to pull it out.

With a growl of frustration, I reached out and grabbed the man's neck again, pulling him closer to me. The man scampered forward, whimpering like a child.

I tightened my grip on the man's neck, my nails digging into his skin. "Tell me everything," I demanded, my voice a low snarl. "Where is Aiden now? And what does he plan to do next?"

The man's eyes widened in terror as he struggled to form coherent words. "I...I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "He's...he's coming for me... He's coming for all of us, please, Mr. Ricardo, you have to protect me!"

I felt a surge of revulsion at the man's weakness, his pathetic pleas for mercy. I