Chapitre 52: A TEXT FROM AN OLD FRIEND

VINCENZO'S POV

"Don Enzo" My cousin Damien quickly jogged up to me, his face hard.

"Where is he?" I asked, my tone hard and serious as I made my way to the main living room.

"He's fine" Damien assured, matching my pace.

The whole place was buzzing yet grim. A lot of the guards were positioned strategically around the house and I was having a hard time that a random person had snuck into the house and attacked my father.

What type of dumbass would even say that? What the man I had tortured had said now made no sense, my father would not plan an attack on Gamma Haven and still get himself attacked. For what? Was it to make it more believable?

As I neared the door to the living room, I paused seeing the blood on the floor.

"Who bled here?" I asked, stopping to stare at the red blotch on the floor.

Damien looked down at it and shook his head. "I couldn't get a good shot at the person" He admitted.