"I don't care about that," Matteo said firmly. "As a man, I'm going to do what I have to do. It's been a long time since I went on a killing spree… a very long time since I decided to go all out."
"Boss, what do you mean? Don't go there alone. I know what this means—you're planning to go yourself. Don't do it alone!" Lorenzo begged.
But Matteo hung up and went back upstairs.
"One thing I love doing when I'm going to kill," Matteo said to himself, "is wearing a suit."
He put on one of his finest suits, slicked his hair back with gel, and looked at himself in the mirror. He made sure he was looking clean and sharp.
Luna watched him and said, "Matteo, what's going on? You're wearing a suit tonight? Stay. Don't go anywhere."
"Sorry, baby," Matteo replied. "There's a problem at the casino, and it's urgent. I have to go."
He walked downstairs and headed toward one of his Dodge cars. He was going to drive himself.
Opening the back seat, he reached in and pulled out an assault rifle—an AK-47 variant. There were other guns there too, but he picked the one he wanted to use. He took a few bullets and slipped them into the pocket of his suit.
Then he got into the car, drove toward the gate, and the gatekeeper opened it for him.
Matteo drove off into the night.
As Matteo drove his car during the night, the sound of his engine was very loud, even in the darkness. He held his hand tight on the wheel, driving slowly without stressing himself, while drinking a can of beer. He kept thinking about what Mario had done, because to him, Mario had finally crossed the line.
I have to kill him. I have to.
He's crossed the line. He's done it.
How dare a pig like him try to erase my wife's life?
Life already tried to take her, and now this. He also checked and found out that one of his bodyguards had been taken. But he didn't care about that bodyguard. All he cared about—and what made him angry—was the fact that Mario tried what he did.
He just has to prepare himself.
I'm not just going to kill him. I'm going to make a statement. This is personal. So personal.
He's finally crossed the line.
There were people who crossed the line before—and what did Matteo do? He made a phone call, and they were dead. But this was different. This wasn't the first time either.
When the casino crossed the line, I didn't kill him.
I should have. I should have done it right there.
But I left him. And that's why he's getting cocky.
He should get ready.
The night air was cool as he finally started to speed up a little. Mario's compound was already near. This wasn't just any compound—this was the Mario family compound, one of the biggest in the city.
As Matteo reached the gate, he didn't slow down. His foot pressed harder on the pedal as he headed straight for it. The gate wasn't strong enough for the steel of his car. His car broke through the gate with a loud crash. Both sides of the gate flew apart as he roared through.
Matteo didn't just come as a man seeking revenge. He came as the nightmare many believed was only a rumor. The version of him that hadn't been seen in years—the one born of fear, violence, and blood.
The God of Victory was back.
Heat burned in Matteo's eyes. Different thoughts raced through his head. Mario had crossed a line he should have never crossed in the mafia—especially with Luna. That was the worst part. Trying to risk Luna's life.
The thought made him even more furious.
Matteo stepped out of the car. His suit was well-knit, tailored, and immaculate. But it didn't slow him down—it made him look even more dangerous. He wasn't just a man on a mission—he was something else entirely.
His true nature was about to be revealed.
He walked toward the building.
Some of Mario's men were already waking up.
They had heard the sound of the gate crashing.
As Mario's men woke, they immediately stood and rushed out. The ones who were downstairs in the compound heard the noise and rushed out from where they had been resting. From the small bunkhouses in the mansion compound, they came out holding guns.