The fight

GIOVANNI’S POV The Bologna warehouse was a fucking massacre. Blood pooled on the concrete floor, already turning brown at the edges. Three of our men lay where they fell, the shipment was gone. Millions of euros worth of product, just vanished into thin air. I stood in the center of it all, my bandaged hand throbbing, and felt nothing. "They knew exactly when to hit," Enzo said, crouching beside one of the bodies. "Which means either they've been watching us for weeks, or-" "Or someone told them." I kicked an empty crate, sending it skidding across the floor. "Again." It always came back to Arya, didn't it? Even when she was gone, her betrayal kept destroying everything I built. "Gio." Alessio's voice came from the entrance. I turned to see him picking his way through the debris, his expensive shoes somehow staying pristine despite the carnage. "Heard you had some trouble." "Nothing we can't handle," I said tersely. Alessio surveyed the scene. “Looks like more than trouble.” "The Riv