"Where is Antonelli now?" I ask.
"I don't know. I swear…"
I'm about to ask another question when I hear footsteps behind me.
I turn and see three men entering the warehouse through the side door.
They're armed and moving quickly and I recognize immediately that they're not mine.
"Goddammit," I hiss.
They're Antonelli's men and the expression on Vittore's face is one of relief.
"It's a trap," Enzo says.
I pull my weapon and dart toward cover behind a stack of crates.
Enzo and Rico do the same.
The three men spread out and open fire and Vittore joins them.
Bullets tear through the air and slam into the walls around us.
I return fire and hit one of them in the shoulder.
He goes down hard.
"Motherfucker." My growl comes as the rage of being sold out by my own man erupts in my chest.
The other two advance, but I move quickly and close the distance before they can get a clear shot.
I grab the closest one and put him in a chokehold after a few good hits to his face.
He struggles and tries to break free, but I tighten my grip until he goes limp.
I let him drop to the floor and turn to the last man.
He raises his weapon and aims at my chest, but before I can get a shot off, Enzo's weapon takes him out.
And Vittore is nowhere to be found, now added to the list of people I have to hunt down and seek for retribution.
Seeing the man I dropped with a chokehold moving, I stride over to him and grip him by the collar, hauling him to his feet.
"Who sent you?" I demand.
"Go to hell," he gasps.
My rage won't let me back down now.
I press the gun to the bottom of his chin and ask again, "Who sent you?"
"You already fucking know," he growls, practically spitting in my face. "And he's sending you a message."
"What message?"
"That you're finished. That your time is running out."
His words disgust me because I feel the pressure of the walls closing in on me so quickly, I can't stop them.
