Chapter 25. Little Angel

Ricardo was agitated. He didn't stop shouting at his men for being so careless. They had one job, and they failed.

“Relax, my men are working on this,” Marcus said assuredly, hoping Ricardo could calm down. He was driving the car like a lunatic, and he didn't stop at the traffic lights he was supposed to.

“Did you track down who did this… I want his head,” Ricardo said angrily. He thought everything remained in Italy. He came to Paris to start a new life far away from the past. Unfortunately, that wasn't likely to happen.

“The text he sent was via private number… it's difficult to trace it, but I'm trying, and my men are trying okay,” Marcus said as he fixed his eyes on his laptop. He wasn't going to work with Ricardo asking him questions.

“I don't need fucking try, damn do it…if I find him, he'll regret messing with me,” Ricardo growled with rage that Marcus felt his deep tone ringing in his ears. Of course, he had such a hot temper. Occasionally, Marcus won