Chapter 23

Lorenzo glared at Rafael. "What do you want?" He hissed, eyeing the two unfamiliar men in white overalls.

Rafael smirked, "I'm here to reclaim what's mine. And also take what's yours."

Lorenzo furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asked. Rafael chuckled, pulling out a cigar out of his pocket, lit it, then put it in his mouth. He inhaled the smoke. "Your family took what belonged to my family. The American Mafia. And now I'm here to take it back and also rule over the Italian Mafia." He said after he had puffed the smoke out his lungs.

Lorenzo pulled a gun out his bag pack, pointing it at Rafael.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, I have the police on my side. I made a deal with them that I could bring you in without you dying, otherwise I'll be the one who's getting locked up. And what do you have? Huh, Don? That's right! You have nothing. We killed most of your men and some are taken into custody. It's over for you, you sick bastard." Rafael hissed before he punched