"Amici," Marcello hollered as he walked in.
Dalton was hovering over Mr.Wilson's body. Aiden was at his side, cleaning off the blood stains from his knife.
"Man took you long enough. " Aiden heaves.
"Sorry, amici, I met a Bellissima Angelo on my way here."
"Where are your tools?" Aiden questioned.
"One of my Minos will bring it to me."
Marcello bent down to examine the body, his eyes fixed on the bloody gaping wound in the chest. "This is a clean cut. You love to torture your victim to death. " he shakes his head. "You didn't kill him, Aiden. Who did?" He glanced back and forth between Aiden and Dalton.
Dalton's eyes cast down, hinting to Marcello he is the culprit.
Marcello started laughing boisterously. "Mamma Mia, I never thought this day would come. I'm finally collecting the dead body of a man you killed. "
"Welcome to the Dark side, Dalton. No wonder your lady looked quite frightened."
Dalton stirred. "Maya?"
