Alonzo was slowly pacing back and forth in his room while waiting for any news from Bello. They have set out last night to attack Villa Della Morte and kill the consigliere. He has sent out a battalion of his skilled men to attack, and they are enough to take down anyone, even an army.
“What is taking him so long to report?” Alonzo mumbled.
Then he winced as the wound on his chest hurt. He carefully moved his arm, rotating it slowly as his other hand rub the area near his wound.
As he was doing that, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and one of his men came in.
“Have you heard anything from Bello? Have they killed the consigliere? How about Fidel?” Alonzo asked.
“About that boss, there is still no report from Bello. So I sent a messenger to look into it and h
