An attack in the house - II

Fucking hell. 

"Another one?" Dante growled, standing beside him with his hands fisted in anger. "Who the fuck is doing this?" 

Instead of answering him Salvatore kept on staring at the body in front of him. It was hanging on top of the warehouse. The warehouse that was used for storing weapons that were not for use or going to be sold. 

All in all this was a warehouse deep inside the city that was abandoned because no one checked inside and the police and authorities knew better. 

But someone clearly did not. 

Alfonso exited the building with Michelle behind him and they stopped right in front of the don. 

"Nothing is missing," Alfonso informed sullenly. "We have checked every crate and the others are continuing. By far none of them have been opened." 

"My my," his cousin sneered, "so they made a fucking statement."