Alex’s POV“Hi, Diego San-pedro,” I greeted the man in front of me,calling his name with an Italian accent despite looking like early fifties. He raised a brow and stared at me, shocked that I sounded like that even though I didn’t look Italian.“You Italiano?” He asked, raising a brow as he passed through the middle of his guards that opened up like curtains, and stood in front of me. “No, but I know an Italiano that is out of control,” I replied. “Your unfortunate son, Ricko.”He raised his brow in shock for a second, then he leveled his brows and glared at me, gritting his teeth. “Ricko, Huh?” He asked. Then he turned to Alicia and then Arnold and he sighed, walked back with his natural limp and went to one of the guards, who leaned down to give him an ear. With my advanced hearing, his whispers were loud enough for me to hear. “Where is Ricko?” He asked. “We don’t know, but he had left with the furious three.” The guard replied.“Find out where he is,” Diego grunted and faced m
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