Chapter 10

Alessandro’s POV

I could feel the air thrum with excitement at the scene in front of me. Or perhaps it was just me. I was slightly and, at the same time, overly excited. Why? I was holding a gun.

I hadn’t been allowed to touch a gun in a long time, too. I was reckless, and I had anger issues, too. You could ask Lenard.

Who was Lenard? No one knows because I shot him in the face for stepping on my toes.

I’d only started holding a gun again when I got here, and trust me when I said it was pure bliss. Nothing could compare to it and I was definitely looking forward to that feeling right now.

“They’re your men, huh?” I asked. I knew who the question was for, but if he was wise, he wouldn’t dare answer it. And he didn’t.

I walked around the men that were just brought in. Two scrawny men with nothing but fear in their eyes and a little rage, too.

“I must say, Tío Carlo.” I stole a glance at my whimpering uncle. “I’m disappointed. Very disap