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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – ALESSANDRO

Marco’s been quiet on the entire ride over. I can see the shock on his face mixed with disbelief. I feel it, too, wondering if this is some sick, cruel joke, but I know it’s not.

Rocco makes it to Marco’s in record time, and only two cars are out front. One belongs to our security team, and the other to our clean-up crew.

“Who the fuck ordered Santino’s crew to come out?” I roar, getting out of the car.

“Just wanted to make sure that anything that needs to be cleaned or covered is done before the cops come,” Rocco says.

Marco jogs up the steps of his palatial estate, and I’m right on his heels. Once inside, I see our men standing in the foyer waiting for instruction, but I ignore them and follow my brother up the stairs.

He bypasses the room I know he sleeps in and heads down the hallway to the second master suite. Pushing the doors open, he wavers for a moment before flying to her bed and grabbing her, shaking her body.

I try unsuccessfully to pull him away.

“She’s gone, Marco.”

He unleashes an animalistic, screeching roar.

“Marco, come on,” I plead, trying to pull him off her body. Releasing her body back onto the bed, he turns around. I see it in his eyes. He’s no longer here.

Grabbing him, I pull him close, whispering, “Stay with me, Marco. Don’t lose it now.”

He’s still in my arms but says, “Let me go.”

“Come on, Marco. We’re going to handle it our way.”

“Alessandro. Fucking. Let. Me. Go.”

When I do, he storms out of the room.

I follow him to his artillery room, watching as he grabs a couple of handguns and a shotgun.

Fuck.

“Marco, what’re you doing?”

He stares at me as though he’s looking right through me but doesn’t give an answer.

“Marco, who are you going to shoot?”

“Everybody.”

Crazy bastard will do that, too, if I don’t stop him. He’ll shoot up the entire city, including me.

“You know who did this?” I ask, trying to rationalize with him.

Angling his head to the side and narrowing his eyes at me, he says, “Nah, but I’m about to go find out.”

“So, who do you think did it, big bro?”

“Don’t know, but I know a few people who might be interested in giving me some answers.”

We’re savages through and through, but I need him to move with order and control on this one. Because of who his wife is, many people will become involved.

“So, who’s this?”

“Manfredi Rossi and Giorgio Esposito.”

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