Ruined Pride

GIOVANNI’S POV "Seventeen dead, twenty-three injured and four are in critical conditions.” Enzo's voice was flat, as he read from the tablet. We were in what remained of my study… the fucking study where they had broken into my safe and stole everything. "What about Italy?" I asked, my voice was raw from screaming orders all night "The warehouse in Napoli is gone and burned to the ground." Enzo swiped to another report. "The man we had captive is dead. They slit his throat before our guys could move him." My jaw clenched so hard I tasted blood. "Luca?" "In the hospital. They're saying he might not walk again." Enzo's fingers tightened on the tablet. "The rest of the men are scrambling to hold our territories but..” He didn't need to finish. We were fucked. They had hit us everywhere at once, like they had a fucking map of every vulnerable point in our organization. Because they did. My secret safe, the one only I knew about, hidden behind a false wall in my bedroom, had been cracked