Vendetta

André's POV

I bounced my knees nervously, as I sat beside Sheila on the backseat of my limousine. We had cut short our little vacation on Isla Dorado, leaving Madeline and Marco there and returning back to Vegas on such short notice. Sheila insisted that she follow me back to make sure I don't "lose it".

"It can't be that bad, right?" She asked, trying to comfort me by rubbing my back soothingly.

"I hope so." I replied, grabbing her other free hand and pressing it onto my cheeks with both hands. Somehow, holding her like this always seemed to calm my wracking nerves.

It was nighttime and the streets of Vegas weren't really as lively. It was almost like everyone had gotten into hiding or something.

"We're here, boss." Hugo called out to me, as he parked out in front of a familiar, now wrecked building. I looked out of the window, frowning at the little crowd that had gathered there.

Sirens of ambulances and the police cars were busy wailing noisily at the scene. Apparently, there had b