And then I collapse into her arms again, crying until there’s nothing left in me — until my tears run dry and the night swallows us whole.
CHAPTER 5
Alessandro's POV
D’Angelo was proficient; he was a very difficult man to catch and I disliked that — really disliked that.It frustrated the fuck out of me.However, I was not going to give up because I wanted him to repent for everything he had done and caused.I wanted him to suffer just like she did.
A wave of cold breeze summoned chills as memory dragged me back to that night; what I saw scarred me.I was never going to forget it.
In order to do this, we had to work it out first.I needed to figure out how to approach him before we could get into action, because I didn't want to react too fast — if I did, D’Angelo might do the same, and that could get us fucked.Though I really didn't give a fuck about dealing with his little bitches paying a visit to try and kill me, I preferred to avoid that situation at all times because it just piled on the work — cleaning up after I slit their weak throats.
Right now, Bruno and I were placing anonymous tabs on D’Angelo to see what he did in his day and where he visited so we had an idea of when and how to approach him.
“Alessandro, we’ve got news,” Salvatore informed as he entered the study.Both Bruno’s and my gazes turned to the door where Salvatore stood and gave me a look of determination.We had been working our asses off for so many days now.We really needed this motherfucker to die.
“What is it?”Bruno asked as he rested back in his chair.
“Man, I found something that would give us the fucking trophy.”Salvatore slammed the papers on the table and glared at me.
“What?”
“Well, I found out where exactly D’Angelo is residing and it's not in Italy.However, he had land there that he keeps for when he visits Italy.It was the same land you visited years ago with Vicenzo,” Salvatore said.“You know, the one I picked you up from.”
I nodded my head as I looked at Salvatore, remembering that night so clearly.It was the night I first met her, the night etched into my head.
“Vito D’Angelo clearly needs to up his game because he does not know how to manage anything,” Bruno sniggered.“How could you be so careless to reveal your location like this?Man, this guy is one stupid còckface.”
I nodded in agreement to what Bruno was saying and then turned to Salvatore, who began to flip through the files he brought.
“Look — these are pictures of his mansion here and in Italy.The one in Italy has been refurbished with the money he stole and the mansion here is located in a stranded area, the isolated parts of New York,” Salvatore pointed out, holding up one of the papers.I scanned it and noticed nothing unusual about the mansion.Sure it was huge, but it was not normal to see a house in stranded areas like this.Salvatore pulled out a few more pictures and placed them in front of me.“This is D’Angelo, the man who tried to kill you years ago,” he pointed, and I clenched my jaw.I knew exactly how he looked and I was not going to forget — he had been on my fucking mind for years.I was going to fucking kill him soon.
Judging by the picture, I was convinced D’Angelo was ageing; he had grey hair and his skin was already wrinkling.The thing that bothered me was that he did not seem fucked up or dangerous in the photo, and it made me angrier because anyone would think he was kind and generous — when really, he is fucking scum.
“Show me the others,” I said through gritted teeth, urging Salvatore to move the pictures.
Salvatore slid D’Angelo’s photo aside and began to show the others.There were three papers; two of them were men.One was Leonardo and the other was a man I had never seen in my life.The pictures were black and white so I couldn't make out every feature, but the last one hit me wrong.My heart dropped when he slid the final photo in front of me — it felt so wrong because there wasn’t a day I didn’t stare at her face, knowing she wasn’t here anymore.
