Raphael's point of view

Gramps quickly took the piece of paper from my hands. His old fingers were shaking as he read the message again, his lips moving silently as he went through each word.

"This is just a warning. My next strike would be a Lorenzo."

His face turned red with anger. I had never seen him this furious before. Without saying a word, he started tearing the paper into tiny pieces, his hands moving fast and rough.

"How dare they!" he shouted, throwing the pieces on the floor. "How ...