Chapter 90 A Bitter Truce
- Vincenzo shot to his feet, phone pressed tight against his ear, his other hand gripping the wine bottle like a lifeline.
- He stormed into the living room, each step heavy and deliberate, his anger pulsing through every fiber of his body, as if every heartbeat was another surge of rage on the verge of spilling over.
- “Lucchese, you’re not holding up your end of the bargain…”