Chapter 385. Running

El Capo

He was beside her in a stride, grabbing her small figure as she swayed, her hand at her mouth, the look of shock and terror a reflection of the image she would carry in her mind forever.

The Capo swore roundly; he had not wanted to expose the lovely young woman he was holding in his arms, to the shocking spectacle of a dead man who had obviously been tortured brutally before he died.

Paulo was beside her, his face white and shining with sweat though the night was chilly.

‘Capo, I could not stop her…’ he said and then,’ F*ck man!’ exclaimed the bodyguard as he saw the dead figure.

The Capo grabbed Ria as she seemed about to collapse.

“The f*ck you don’t obey orders, woman?’ he said through gritted teeth as he held her to him, her face buried in his chest, forcing her to look away from the terrible sight.

“Philippe,’ she cried, weeping softly, shuddering at the sight of the man who had been tortured and left to die, th