Chapter 8. She’s the Devil

Ennio’s POV

“The Morettis? I thought we were done with them,” Rafa scoffs the immediate moment we step foot into Manuel Moretti’s compound.

His mansion is rather small compared to mine, but the compound itself is adorned with well-trimmed hedges and trees that tick my thoughts about Georgia. Was she a slave here? Was she the one doing all this? Trimming the hedges, making his compound spotless clean like a freaking servant?

I’m pissed, and the thought of even seeing Manuel makes me want to pop a vein. I don’t want to be here anymore than I have to but thinking about it. Why am I here?

Whatever I’m about to do will surely cause a war between the Morettis and La Mondas, but God knows I can’t let this slide.

“Just follow my lead,” I grunt at Rafa as Manuel Moretti’s bodyguards see us on the way in.

We barely step a foot into the mansion when I suddenly bump into someo