The voice behind him was low, smooth, and dangerous. It didn’t yell—it didn’t need to. Authority dripped from every word.
Vincenzo Rossi
“You’ve made your point, De Luca.”( didn't move)
Boots crunched on gravel. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Matteo De Luca. Cold-blooded heir of the De Luca syndicate. The man every whisper in the underworld warned you not to cross.
Vincenzo had never met him in person. Until tonight.
A gloved hand grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him down to his knees. The concrete bit into his skin. A chuckle followed, dark and amused.
Matteo De Luca
“You think this is about revenge?”(leaned close near Vincenzo ear)
Matteo De Luca
No. This is about legacy.( look at him)
Vincenzo Rossi
( spit blood onto the ground, with his hoarse voice) “You’ve already destroyed everything. What else could you possibly want?”
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