Chapter 167 - On a Silver Platter.

Alessandro lay in the oppressive darkness of the basement, a prisoner of the enemy criminal organization that had sworn his destruction. Every passing second felt like an eternity of suffering, especially because the place was a perfect image of horror—an abandoned dungeon where dampness and mold clung to the walls as silent witnesses of his misfortune, much like the shackles on his wrists and ankles that bit into his skin, marking his body as a constant reminder of his helplessness.

The stale air infiltrated his lungs as the cold intertwined with his bones. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a faint light that barely managed to illuminate the sordid space. Alessandro could hear the distant sounds of the city outside that hellish place, a cruel irony that reminded him of how close he was to freedom and how far it seemed at the same time.

That night, Domenico, his declared enemy, entered the basement with a ruthless smile on his face. He knew he had Alessandro exactly w