~ Massimo ~
The silence that followed the gunfire was almost worse than the noise, like a heavy, suffocating blanket that allowed the reality of the situation to finally settle in my bones.
I stood there, looking down at the faces I had uncovered. Seeing those distinct features under the helmets confirmed that my instincts had been right all along.
The Yakuza.
Those bloody bastards were the architects behind every bit of chaos the Valentinos had been forced to swallow lately.
Kyo Kobayashi.
My fist clenched so tight that the wounds on my knuckles reopened, fresh blood stinging against the grit.
I could still see Kyo's face at the gala as he wrapped a warning in the form of advice, telling me I was a target because I now had everything to lose.
He hadn't been warning me about a threat, he'd been announcing himself as the one who had made me a target in the first place.
But why? Why was Kyo attacking the Valentinos now? Was it about taking over San Marcos?
