Chapter 54. Marco Bellini

“Talk to me,” Rico shot at one of his men, his voice dripping with impatience and urgency as he marched through the hallway of his second warehouse. His steps were hurried, forcing Valentina to practically run after him to match his strides. His fists were tight and his jaw clenched.

He had lost count of how many attacks had been made, how many of his men had lost their lives, and how many losses he’d suffered.

“It’s with the new route, boss,” the man said, his eyes fixed on the floor as they stepped on the concrete.

“How bad is it?”

“By seventy-five percent, boss,” the man replied, glancing briefly at Valentina.

Rico halted. Valentina almost crashed into his back. He inhaled sharply, trying to repress his rage. “Casualties?”

The man paused, looking between Rico and Valentina, who was rubbing her aching heels. He swallowed hard, his face serious. “Three deaths. Four seriously wounded.”

Rico exhaled deeply, his eyes closing as he pinched the