Chapter 166. The Shed

The sky darkened as heavy clouds rolled in. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lightning flashed, and rain poured down hard. The roads blurred under the rain, and the headlights barely cut through it as Rico drove down the empty highway.

His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and his jaw clenched. The sound of the storm did nothing to calm him, only feeding the anger boiling inside him. His eyes stayed locked on the road, dark and focused, and his mind kept replaying the same thought over and over.

Hurting Salvatore.

After Sandro’s death, something in Rico snapped. It was as though he had lost all sense of thinking straight. A man like Marco did not need patience. He needed war. He needed fire.

So Rico and the others moved fast, working through a plan to get to him. And the quickest way to reach Marc