Page 20 of Enforcer's Obsession

But my belissima didn’t seem carefree.

She seemed…alone.

Maybe that was what preoccupied me about her.

I recognize that aloneness, knew it intimately.

“So that’s why. I figured it was easier,” Enzo said.

Yeah,” I responded, realizing I hadn’t heard what he had said.

Enzo chuckled. “Yeah, you weren’t listening, but it’s fine. And besides, she seems nice. She had like pictures of animals and shitin her house. It seemed like a shame to kill her over nothing,” Enzo said.

I glanced over at him, wondering at the change, though I chose to say nothing.

And any amusement fled as soon as we pulled up to an iron gate.

“The boss is sleeping,” the guard at the gate said.

“It’s important enough that he’ll want you to wake him,” I responded, trying to keep my annoyance at bay.

We didn’t sell fucking insurance and sure as fuck didn’t keep office hours.

But you wouldn’t know that from the way my boss acted.

The fact that I was contacting him before he reached out to me was proof enough that his head wasn’t in the game.

What had happened tonight was unacceptable, and should have been his top priority.

Yet here his guard was telling me about his fucking beauty sleep.

I clenched my fists as Enzo sped forward, not waiting until the gates were fully open before I drove through.

“You know he’s going to bitch about you interrupting his sleep,” Enzo said.

“Watch your fucking mouth. He’s the boss,” I said.

Enzo furrowed his brow, but didn’t disagree.

Sure, the boss pissed me the fuck off sometimes, but there was protocol to consider, and when little shit started to slip—a disrespectful comment about the boss here, a little skimming off the top there—then the big shit started to slip.

And that was when people started to die.

I wouldn’t allow that to happen.

Enzo parked, and we got out of the car and walked up the wide stairs and into the boss’s house.

Mansion, really.

I hadn’t counted, but there had to be twenty rooms in the place and God only knew how many fucking bathrooms. Plus two kitchens, and outdoor kitchen, pool, jacuzzi, gym, theater, and the entire bottom floor was a bowling alley.

Much too much for one family, to say nothing of one lonely old man.

I walked across the grand foyer, back to the library, which was the room where the boss spent almost all of his time.

He was there now, sitting in his leather chair behind a big stately desk. The entire room looked the part, expensive furniture, dark wood, books lining the shelfs.

A perfectly put-together place for gentile business meetings— until things took a turn.

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