Matteo's POV The cold water of the creek was splashing straight into my boots as our trucks hit the muddy bank, but my eyes weren't on the road ahead because the morning light had finally cleared the fog on the upper ridge and showed a silver armored SUV parked right next to the old stone watchtower. Don Salvatore himself was standing right beside the open door with a radio in his hand while he pointed his cane down at our stalled caravan, and the sight of that man directing the shooters who had destroyed our whole neighborhood made the blood rush into my ears so loud that I didn't even hear Alessia screaming at me to keep my head inside the truck cabin. "Matteo, get back into the rear seat right now because the southern shooters are already setting up their rifle lines on the lower terrace and you can't run up that rocky slope with your leg in that condition!" Lucien yelled as he reached over from the driver's side to grab the strap of my vest, but I had already clicked the door
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