Luciana’s POV
Six years later
“Please… Please spare me… I promise I won’t ever do such a thing again.” The man’s voice was a desperate whisper, his face slick with sweat. He knelt on the floor, his terrified eyes glued to the gun in my hand. I c****d the gun, and a dry, distressed swallow racked his throat, the sound loud in the silent room.
“So tell me, Derek, for the last time,” I began, leaning forward from the couch I sat on, invading his space. “Who did you sell my business information to?” The words were spoken in a dangerously low voice, a quiet stillness that masked the rage simmering beneath.
Two weeks ago, my trailers, which were transporting my ammunition goods from another country, were hijacked by another Mafia Don, and after doing an investigation, I found out that one of
