Chapter 142. L.R.N

With clenched teeth, brows set in a deep crease, and heavy hurried strides, Rico made his way through the dim hallways of the old abandoned building he was to meet with the person who texted him.

The text was simple but held a lot of weight.

[Marco Bellini is in Rome. He’s meeting with the associates and members of the council... and they are turning.]

Rico almost couldn't contain his anger when he read the text. He was ready to smash the phone onto the dining table, and yell cusses, but one look at Calla was enough to keep him at bay. He couldn't afford risking the new found peace with her, which was a strange occurrence to him.

He shouldn't give a fuck about what she thinks of him or feels towards his anger and rage. He's a grown man. A vicious man who leads five deadly and dangerous territories in the mafia world. What a mere es