Chapter 61

                                    

                                          
3RD POV
Matteo's heart dropped to his stomach. "Alexandro De Leon," he croaked, his voice barely audible.
When the other people who were in the living room heard the name, they became scared even more. This name is almost known by everyone in this world. It's a name whispered in hushed tones and etched in blood. The owner of the name was known for his unmatched ruthlessness and cunning. He was not just a king; he was a god among mortals in the criminal underworld.
Alexandro took a single step inside, the sound of his polished shoes on the marble floor echoing like a death knell. "Matteo," he said, his voice a silken whisper that carried the weight of a thousand threats. "You've been busy."
Matteo shot up from his chair, sweat beading on his brow. "I... I don't know what you mean. If I've offended you in any way—"
Alexandro raised a hand, and Matteo fell silent. "Offense implies intent," Alexandro said, his tone almost conversational. "You and your brothers are reckless, not malicious. But that—"
Before he could finish, Matteo snapped his fingers, signaling his men who were hiding in the shadows to act. "Get him!"
The room erupted into chaos as many bodyguards lunged at Alexandro. He didn't flinch. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he dodged the first swing and drove his elbow into one man's throat, crushing his windpipe. Another came at him with a knife, but Alexandro twisted the man's arm with a sickening crack, plunging the blade into its owner's chest.
The next moments were a blur of violence. Alexandro moved like a phantom, each strike precise and devastating. One by one, the bodyguards fell, their cries of pain drowned out by the storm outside. Alexandro grabbed one man by the collar and, with inhuman strength, ripped his heart out, the lifeless body crumpling to the floor. He repeated the act with another, his hands slick with blood, his expression unchanged.
Asher looked at Alexandro silently, then to Alissa with one thought in mind. 'They really like ripping people's hearts, hey. Like father and daughter, I guess'  
Within minutes, the room was silent except for Matteo's ragged breathing. The floor was slick with blood, and the bodies of his men lay scattered like broken toys. Alexandro stood in the center of the carnage, his suit immaculate save for a single crimson stain on his sleeve.
Matteo stumbled backward, his legs giving out as he collapsed into his chair. "Please... have mercy," he begged, tears streaming down his face.
Alexandro stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Matteo's. "Mercy?" he said, tilting his head slightly. "You misunderstand me, Matteo. This isn't about mercy. It's about order. I wasn't here for a fight, but you sent your bodyguards to fight me. "
With a flick of his wrist, Alexandro produced a pristine handkerchief and began wiping his hands. "I spared you tonight because your incompetence amuses me. But hear this, Matteo: Step out of line again, and I'll...finish you off in seconds."
"Anyways, like I said, Matteo, I wasn't here for a fight, I mean, why would I waste my time coming here just to fight you," he said calmly.
"T-then why-are you here, A-Alexandro?" Matteo said. He was sweating because of fear. It was not only him, though. Even Lorenzo, Alonzo, and the others were scared they were even afraid of breathing too loudly, afraid that Alexandro might notice them.
 "I came for something else tonight. Where is she?"
Matteo's confusion was palpable. "She? Who are you talking about?"
Alexandro's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "My daughter," he said, his voice dripping with ominous certainty. 
"Your daughter? I haven't seen your daughter Alexandro, " Matteo said in confusion