48 MOVIE TICKETS

“How many of our warehouses did they get?” Davis asked with a frown on his face as he walked past the rows of dead bodies. “It was just one, sire,” Paul informed him walking next to him, a forlorn look on his face, the first emotion he had shown in a while. Although he rarely showed any other emotion besides indifference, it was a different case when it came to his Mafia brothers. “Did this happen immediately after you called me last night?” Davis questioned, his voice breaking, as he stood in front of the dead bodies, fighting the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes. Paul nodded, “Yes, sir. I called you the moment I received the news.” “And you're certain Il Destino Crudele did this to them?” Davis asked, clenching his fists. “Yes, sir. There's no doubt whatsoever,” Paul told him. Davis sucked in a sharp breath as he walked away, towards his car. “Compensate their families handsomely and give them a proper burial, okay?” he instructed Paul as he got into the bac