Chapter 92 More News

• *Alberto’s POV*
• I lifted the glass to my lips as I glared through my bedroom window, the fist in my pocket threatening to rip through the material. My mind was in overdrive as I planned. Figuring out the most painful deaths for Ventura and Santoro was at the top of the list.
• The bitter liquid burned down my throat and didn’t work one bit to control my emotions. My rage, specifically. All I had to do was think about my angel, and my anger doubled.