Marcel’s POV
I left the beach house immediately after my findings, heading out to the Falcones business, we raided into the club, as we stormed to the back of their club where they use as a front to sell drugs and women, pathetic.
I rushed to the back my gun in hand, my head filled with rage, if this Fucker thought he would get away with taking Nessa from me, he had made a big mistake.
The inner section action of the club was the same as the front, drugs, and women at every corner already stoned from the drugs, the door of the club office was left ajar, I turned to the right to catch a glimpse of the mafia hiding in the corner
Dante, who was Giovanni's finance personal, from the information and data I gathered, sat slum and shaking at the blind spot of a wall, but I had seen him alrea
