Matteo's pov.
She didn't trust me. She didn't believe me when I tried to explain it to her. We were back to where we started. Shi.t
“Jonathan, did you find out the culprit behind this?” I growled over the phone.
“Yes, boss! Our man has found him, and now they are bringing him to the dungeon,” Jonathan informed.
“Good! Let's go. I can't wait to meet him,” I said sarcastically.
But I was actually dying to know who the man was and why he did it.
Soon we got there.
We paced to the dungeon, and my men were already present there with the guy who was responsible for the bad start of my day.
He was on his knees, bending his head down, his hands tied on his back. It seemed my men had beaten him also.
“Tell me what you found out,” I asked one of my men.
“He works in that club where the pa
