Chapter 61. Making Out (2)

Drake's POV

"And yes, I am not an Italian. But I was the only one qualified to take the title after the death of the Don Diabolik, and his underboss. I was merely a when it happened. I was the third-in-command in the family and the Boss's closest advisor. I could have been murdered by the bosses, and I could have lost my life that day as well, but I was trying to expand my business, and I went on a business trip to inspect one of my properties that were under construction. 

"We had no fucking idea that we had been sold out, we had a fucking mole in our midst and we had no fucking idea. By the time our scouts could report on the invasion it was too late, we were already under attack, and I’m no one saw it coming. The mole sold us out and also tempered with our weapons, there was no way we could survive that attack with no prior knowledge and with no fucking weapons. I could have died, Mia. It was not a war, rather, it was an ambush and they massacred