Chapter 131 A Public Reminder

• Fabrizio didn’t back down. He touched the corner of his mouth, tasted the metallic tang of blood, and locked eyes with Vincenzo, rage burning.
• His hand drifted to his gun, slow but heavy with intent, and Vincenzo tracked every inch of the motion, eyes steady, already reading the fight before it started.
• “What’s your plan, Fabrizio?” Vincenzo asked, voice flat. “Draw that piece only if you’re ready to kill me. Anything less, and you’re signing your death warrant.”