Diego's POV

When we got back downstairs, I saw that Santo had loaded the restrained Armando into the back of one of the armored trucks. He was surrounded on all sides by thousands of pounds’ worth of loyal De Morrone soldiers.

“Don’t let him out of your sight,” I ordered Santo.

“No chance of that,” he assured me. “Where are we taking him?”

“De Morrone House. We can keep him confined to the cellars until I decide on the next move. We’ll drive with you until the interstate and ...