VINCENZO'S POV
I stared at the letter in my hand, wanting so badly to tear it up and watch it blow away the pieces of paper into oblivion but instead I stared at it thoroughly, reading through it for what felt like eternity.
So it was official, the Bratva wanted a fight. Why? Revenge. Technically they wanted just me, I knew that Don Julian wasn't interested in the rest, he was still pissed about the fact that I hadn't died in the blast that felt like ages ago and now he wasn't going to take his time.
Leaving the house would be a hassle, I got a spy who was able to find this out. This letter. I intercepted it before it could get to whoever Julian was reaching out to here.
Lord Rossi.
Still him.
They were working together.
