Chapter 37 Burn His World To The Ground

• Alessio’s POV
• The moment I stepped inside the warehouse, the stench of sweat, oil, and gunpowder hit me. It was dimly lit, with crates stacked against the walls, the air thick with anticipation. My men moved in behind me, their weapons raised, waiting for my signal.
• A few of Luca’s men sat around a table in the center, playing cards. At the sound of our entrance, they looked up—confusion flickering across their faces for a split second before realization hit. I didn’t give them a chance to react.