Mancini's POV
By the time I walked out of the warehouse, I grabbed a handkerchief from one of the guards who was standing there and gestured for him to take me home.
He didn't object because they probably knew who was the boss now. However, once I got into the car, I began to wipe blood off my fist.
I had made sure to beat him to a pulp, leaving him almost lifeless. That was to teach him a lesson.
In this life of ranking, I had to be totally ruthless to survive. The drive back home was quiet, and the one person that came to my mind was Marie. Well, I didn't have any choice but to know her name because she was my wife, but what I thought of her was different from the world's thought. She was my ticket, my ticket to freedom, and I didn't care how; all I knew was that I was going to get there.
My arrival home was smooth, and I walked into the house to see Leonel.
