Chapter 7 : Vittorio Del Carlo

POV: Vittorio Del Carlo

The bitter burn of expensive amber liquor coats my throat, doing nothing to quench the homicidal rage simmering in my veins. I slam the heavy crystal glass down on my mahogany desk, the sharp clink echoing through my sprawling office. Today was a massive headache. The meeting with the rival group had pushed my patience to the breaking point. They sit on our borders like vu