(DAKOR'S POV)“Dakor!” Ferrari’s voice cracks like thunder across the compound. It's almost as amusing as it is scary. The Nerdy boy is suddenly a God, more like a demon. Given his red-rimmed eyes, the veins bunching on his hand as he grips his wheelchair tight, I'm sure he wants to kill me. I halt at the entrance of the warehouse, my men flocking behind me. Limo observes from the screen room, guiding the sniper from all angles. The bud in my ear cackles. “Clear, boss.” Limo supplies. Suspicious. Ferrari is too goddamn smart to come here on his own. He knows how stiff-headed I am, knows I won't release his Juliet, Amanda, that’s if he knows I have her.“Kids shouldn't play with fire, Brother,” I grin. “You might get burnt. Il Padrino taught us that, didn't he?”Ferrari bellows, tipping his head slightly. A signal. Rifles click on his side. Their pointers dot our bodies, spanning through the area. What makes it fucking worse is that they are wearing bulletproof vests. Seven agai
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