Angelo knew something was wrong.
Whenever he sent anyone out on a mission especially when it was one of his family members he made sure that they gave him updates by the hour.
Until now Marcelo had given him none and all he knew was that he was in a small town of London portraying to be an investor just so that they could settle their roots there.
That was very much unlike his child.
Even though, like Alexis, children often stood against him, letting him know about the display sure they felt regarding something they did not cross the line when it came to their security.
"Where the fuck are you, boy?" He whispered as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.
Why was his son at a Bakery? Not to mention the fact that if he was at a Bakery, why was he not replying to him?
This fucker, Angelo cracked his knuckles. This boy was in for a beating if he did not reply to him any sooner.
