89. The Price Of Power

ANTHONIO’s POV

I rolled the heavy chain, rolled my hand, threw my hand in the air, and brought it down on the person beneath me on the floor, shouting and wailing. I threw the chain aside when one of my men entered the room announcing I had a guest. I ordered him to send the guest in.

I watched as the mysterious figure entered the room, their features shrouded in shadows. My mind raced with possibilities, my instincts on high alert.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice firm.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a man with piercing blue eyes and long hair. He was tall and lean, with a chiseled jawline and a confident air about him.

"What do you want?" I asked gruffly.

The man smiled, a sly smile. "I have information, Antonio. Information that will help you finally take down Matteo." My eyes narrowed. What could he possibly know? And how did he know I was gunning for Matteo?