CHAPTER 31

DUANTE'S POV

Heat infused my blood, though the temperature was cool. The regret, remorse, anger, fury, love, pain, I'm feeling a lot of things. I barely held myself back when he hit my wife.

Before killing my prey I was practicing with my men. It was merely an excuse to escape from my guilt. My knuckles are bruised hitting them, I broke jaws, bones even had shot that bas*** Enzo. The anger wasn't ready to leave me. I had killed one of Cristiano's trusted men. That brought him here.

"Cristiano's plane has landed." Rocky said, slipping his phone in his pocket.

I nodded, "Zhang," I murmured.

He stepped forward from under the shadow. She called him by the right name - Assassin. He blended in the dark easily.

"Should I slaughter them all?" He asked, gazing at the troop of six men, loading drugs in the truck. We were sitting in the wooden area of my warehouse where medicines were restored after preparation in the factory. They weren't supposed