Page 29 of Enzo DeLuca

Eve moved to the drawers and started opening them, searching for pots and pans.Found them. Boiling eggs with no water was never a good idea. Once she had that going, she looked at the microwave, the star of today’s event.

She went to work preparing a meal her guards and this kitchen would never forget. Eve chuckled. There was a reason why her bestie always said that Eve’s middle name should’ve been petty. Right now, she was feeling petty as fuck.

Just call her Princess Petty of Pettyshire.

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Enzo

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Enzo spent the nexttwohours in meetings.

Apparently, word had spread throughout the Tower that he was a psychopath on a rampage, which frustrated Stefan. To appease Stefan and keep up appearances, Enzo had smiled during the meetings and laid on the charm. He hadn’t cursed. Not once. Neither had he slammed anyone’s head against a table. Nor had he choked anyone.

All in all, it had been a productive two hours. Frustrating as hell, but productive. In that time, he’d managed to salvage his reputation as the new chairman of Tower D and win the approval of many of the CEOs present. Though he didn’t give a damn about any of them, their money was funding many of the DeLuca construction projects.

Those projects were their future. Enzo had big plans for the future of his family and their organization. Big plans required a steady flow of legit money. If he wanted their money, he had to make them feel welcomed instead of threatened by him. Enzo had known the hardest part of filling his grandfather’s shoes would be interacting with people.

He’d never been a people person. He didn’t like talking. He didn’t like listening to motherfuckers he didn’t care about talk. The long-ass meetings had grated on his nerves. But he’d kept the way he felt from filtering into his gaze. After the meetings, he’d shaken hands with so many people that he’d lost count.

His damn cheeks were sore from smiling, and a headache occupied the right side of his temple. Too bad Emelia hadn’t been present to witness his act. She would’ve been proud of him. As Enzo strode to his office, Stefan went over what they had to do next. Enzo nodded to motherfuckers he passed in the hallway as he listened to Stefan.

“Another meeting? I told you one hour,” Enzo reminded his friend. “I gave two hours to them motherfuckers. I’m done at Tower D for today.”

“Your next meeting is more important than the ones you just had.”

“Then why wasn’t it scheduled for earlier?” Enzo took a deep breath before whispering, “I’m ready to find out who’s behind the hit on my grandfather.” His frustration was evident in his voice. “Can this meeting wait?”

“It can’t.”

“Fuck!” He resisted the urge to slam his fist into the wall. “Who is the meeting with?”

“Management of the DME construction company.”

DME was the construction company he’d been negotiating a deal with for months. The fact that they hadn’t signed the contract yet was pissing him off. He wouldn’t need them at all if he hadn’t given his cousin, Lino, the manager position at DeLuca Constructions. A few months after Lino became the manager, Enzo learned that the police were investigating DeLuca Constructions.

Turns out, Lino had been running drugs through the company. Motherfuckers had been showing up at their job sites, trying to score. Because this was Lino’s first time holding a management position and his first time fucking up, their grandfather had ordered Enzo to be lenient with him. Therefore, Enzo hadn’t fired him.

But he’d threatened to blow his brains out if he pulled some shit like that again. Ever since then, Lino had been doing things by the book. However, once a business was marked as hot by the authorities, it was hell trying to get that mark off. For now, they needed to outsource their work to keep clean money coming in. DME was the perfect company for that.

“That’s a meeting I’m ready to have,” Enzo told Stefan. “Where am I meeting them?”

“Your office.”

When they reached the hall that led to his office, he was happy to see his guards where they should be.

“Mr. DeLuca,” the men said in unison, nodding to him.

“I want you both here every day that I work,” Enzo told them as he walked past them. “I’m your boss. Not the motherfuckers in Tower D.”

“Yes, sir,” they told him.

He continued forward. Secretary Yang rose from her seat and bowed when he passed by her desk.

“Did I have any calls?” he asked.

“I didn’t answer the phone,” she told him.

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