Diego's POV

“Another shithole,” Santo grumbled, looking up at the graying building in the distance. “Big surprise.”

“I am surprised. Is this how he’s lived all these years?” Elena asked.

We’d been parked on the outskirts of the motel property for almost half an hour, a battalion of De Morrone soldiers stationed all around us. I had two contingents of men waiting at the other locations Dominic had given me. This was the only one with any sign of life.

My gut told me this was the ...