request quickly giving way to a look of contempt. A grimace formed on his
ce echoing in the room with an intensity
ontations, he knew how to navigate these turbulent waters. His ap
en just let it go. I'm not forcing you, he replied, his voi
cold as steel. He approached Rocco, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned whi
in a low and menacing voice, each word heavy as a threat. I'll
y to intervene at the slightest sign of violence. The ensuing silence was heavy, as if suspend
le that only fueled Alessandro's anger further. His gaze did not
lying you with weapons all these years, he said, his voice dripping with
to keep his cool. Behind his façade of anger, he w
his voice regaining composure, but the tension in the air was palpable, like a storm ready to burst. He
ion, although his smile indicated that he was
nt any misunderstandings between us. We've been friends and clients for years, so there's no need to go
m him. He remembered his father, Vicenzo's words, who had advised him t
n. The man approached with the briefcases containing the mo
he goods and we'll be out of here, Alessan
d on the briefcases, examining t
ting all this, he said with a chuckl
a piercing stare, a sile
ice but marked by palpable tension. Every fiber of his being was t
f all this were just
heading back to Noctis, he said s
eaking the oppressive silence. Alessandro watched them leave, his hands in his pockets, a simmering anger bubbling within him. Every minute spent with Rocco
eaded to their cars, ready to leave this place. But befo
. What do you want to do now? Antonio ask
his anger. He knew that if he went home in t
e else; the one who died this morning is my only victim today. I'm going to take some time to relax. You and some of the men, go drop
plied, fully understanding
left the place, Alessandro's gaze still dark and determined. He knew he needed to unwind, but he a
the faces of passersby through the window, wondering how many of them understood the danger that lurked in the air. In his mind, thoughts swirled,