CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND FORTY – MYSTERIOUS DEATHS

Moments later, Don Ricardo was dragged before them, his once immaculate suit now disheveled and stained. Despite his predicament, he maintained an air of smug defiance. "Marco Cesaro," he sneered. "I should have known you'd come running to save your little wife." Marco's fist connected with Don Ricardo's jaw, sending him sprawling. "You made a big mistake targeting my family," he growled. "Now, you're going to tell me everything. Who else was involved in the hit on me? What was your endgame?" Don Ricardo spat blood, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You think this is over? You have no idea what forces you're dealing with, Cesaro. I'm just one piece of a much larger puzzle." Jasmine stepped forward, her voice cold. "Then start talking. Who else is involved?" Don Ricardo's gaze shifted to her, a mixture of admiration and contempt in his eyes. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that. But do you really think I'd betray my associates so easily? There are things at play here that are bigge