Butchered Ego

"Is that so?" Riccardo let his hands tighten into fists, his nails digging into his skin. This was the plan of that sly person all along? He gritted his jaws and kept speaking into the Telecom device stationed on a table inside his suite. "Have Enzo and Maximus look into this. Make sure that no dealer buys the piece from those two. Am I understood?"