Page 16 of Giovanni the Savage

“Kai was still doing some digging on the duty guards that were on shift the night Don was attacked.”

My eyes close briefly as memories of the raid that killed my father filter into my head. He wasn’t a perfect father, but he was mine, which is enough.

“We got a hold of the duty guards, but then, we found out that one was supposed to be there that night but somehow, was missing. Right when a group of masked men began the raid.”

Wow. That’s rich.

I’m still quiet while trying to process everything he just said. In an investigation for finding out my father’s killers, nobody is spared, not even my men.

“So, who do you have right now?” I ask.

I can already feel my blood boiling in my veins, and when I bite down on my tongue to rein in my anger, all I can taste is revenge, not blood. Just the sweet taste of vengeance.

“We have the absent fucker.”

His words kick me into action, and I start heading off of the racetrack.

“Have you questioned him?” I ask, getting out the keys to my second car.

If you’ve placed a bet for your car, it’s only right you have a backup just in case amateurs like Joe surprise you.

“For hours, Boss,” Ivan sighs. “But we haven’t gotten anything out of him. His lips are sealed shut.”

A sadistic smirk forms on my face. My favorite type of prey.

“He’s in the warehouse, right?”

I nod to a group of guys and keep heading to my car.

“Yes, the guys brought him here. Still breathing but barely alive.”

“Good,” I murmur. “Leave the rest to me.”

“Yes, Boss,” Ivan answers.

“Be there in thirty minutes.”

Or even less because I don’t plan on considering the speed limit when I’m so close to putting my prey where he belongs.

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My car comes to a halt outside the warehouse. Men are busy stacking cartons of drinks and moving them in and out of the building. Of course, that’s only a cover for the wild things that happen here.

I glance at my clock and realize that I made it here in twenty minutes. When I think about why I’m here, my head pounds with anger.

I step out of the car and make my way through the warehouse doors. The place isn’t sketchy in any way to prevent suspicion, so whenever something happens, I’m sure it’s an inside job.

Something like my father’s murder.

I open the battered wooden door that leads to a flight of creaky stairs and leads into the basement. I go down the stairs with only one thing on my mind.

The stairs lead to a large plywood door. I insert the code on it, and the door creaks open slowly. At this point, I’ve gotten into the territory.

The smell of blood is so pungent as I’m breathing, but I’ve gotten used to it, so I don’t pinch my nose as I should. Instead, I hasten my steps when I get closer to where the fucker is.

I kick the door open and reveal another room in the basement. This one is worn down; there are missing floorboards and an entire array of weapons displayed on the table that I can feel my hands itch to use.

The second I get in, Ivan walks towards me.

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