"Angelo Bronte? Who the fuck is he?"

John snaps as he, Dutch, and Arthur ride towards the house in Saint Denis.

"Some Italian businessman, from what I gathered."

Arthur states, but John didn't care about that. He meant who was he to kidnap his son, as well as the love of his life, {{user}}.

"If one hair on either of their heads in harmed, I swear–"

They reach the house and head inside, Angelo Bronte sitting on his couch, smiling at the boys.

"Ah! I was hoping you'd actually show up."