Alessandro’s boots hit the pavement with fury.
He didn’t knock.
He kicked the damn door down.
“Search the place,” he growled to his men, eyes already scanning the hollow, silent hallway of Enzo’s house. The air was stale, untouched. Too quiet. Too clean.
A bad sign.
Enzo had already vanished.
Gone like a ghost.
Drawers were flung open. Books ripped from shelves. Cushions slashed, tiles checked, wardrobes dismantled.
But the man was smart. Always had been.
There wasn’t a single trace of him left behind, not a toothbrush, not a sock, not a shadow.
Alessandro clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking as he turned slowly, his mind reeling with rage.
He had finally found out the truth.
Enzo had killed his father.
And now… he was running.
“Coward,” Alessandro spat under his breath.
Thi
