CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

VINCENZO

I entered the dark room with a burning anger pulsing through my veins. The person responsible for what happened to Anya would pay dearly for his actions. My gaze settled on the pathetic figure strapped in the torture chair, his body bruised and broken. He awaited my arrival, knowing that his fate was sealed.

Carlo and the others bowed as a sign of respect when I entered, but my focus remained solely on the man before me. He looked unfamiliar, and Nico confirmed my suspicions.

"I found him roaming amongst our men. He doesn't look familiar," Nico informed me, his voice filled with intrigue.

Curiosity gnawed at me, and I needed to extract information from this man, no matter the cost. "What did he say?" I inquired, a sense of urgency in my voice.

"He won't say anything," Matteo replied, frustration evident in his tone. "He keeps invoking the Omerta."

My patience waned at the mention of the Omerta, the code of sil