Page 104 of Enzo DeLuca

“Don’t do it,” the man yelled. “Put your gun down, now.”

Enzo didn’t lower his weapon. He couldn’t. But fuck! What if this bitch really shot Eve?

“I’m Don Bianchi’s son,” the guy shouted. “If you kill my brother or me....” The guy’s gaze drifted to the man on the ground behind Enzo.

So, these bitches were the don’s son. They both had to die.

“If you kill either of us, the don will have your head. We can stop this now. Don Enzo, you can talk to my dad, man to man, and come up with a plan to satisfy both families.”

Never. The Bianchis, along with Emelia, were responsible for his grandfather’s death. There wasn’t shit to talk about with don Bianchi. He wanted the bastard’s head. He wanted his arms, his legs, his eyes. He wanted to rip him apart and scatter his remains across the graveyard where Don Ermanno was buried. Tonight, he’d settle for the bastard’s sons.

“Agree, don Enzo,” the bastard yelled. “Or your bitch dies.”

Bitch!His anger raised another five levels. Enzo’s gaze drifted to Eve. One look was all it took. Enzo returned his gaze to the Bianchi bastard and fired. One shot. A head shot. The man’s head jerked back. Eyes wide, the guy slowly released Eve and fell backward. Enzo inhaled deeply, then released the breath slowly before staring at Eve again. Blood stained her clothing, and her ponytail had come loose.

“Get over here,” Enzo ordered.

He stretched his arms out. She ran into his embrace. Enzo wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He didn’t realize his hand was shaking until Stefan stepped forward and removed his gun from his hand. He’d never been so scared in his fucking life.

“I’m glad you saw the thumbs up,” Eve told him, holding him tightly. “You did well. You didn’t hesitate.”

Enzo closed his eyes and relished the fact that he had her in his arms, alive and well. He’d been so damn afraid that he would lose another person he loved. He’d already lost his grandfather. Now Emelia was dead to him. If he’d lost his angel, his lighthouse, his heart, he would’ve lost his fucking mind. He never wanted to experience anything like that again.

“I’m okay,” Eve whispered. “I should’ve watched my back better. But I’m good. You killed him. There’s only one guy left alive. His brother.”

His motherfucking brother.Another son of don Bianchi. Enzo slowly released Eve. He stared down at her. She was alive and well. He rubbed his hand against her cheek, wiping the blood away. There was no cut. It wasn’t her blood.Good.

“I’ll be right back, love,” he whispered.

Releasing him, she nodded.

Enzo turned and strode to the Bianchi bastard, who was still crawling, trying to get away. Everyone on his team was standing around, staring at the man. Enzo would be the one who ended him.

“You killed my brother, you sick fuck,” the man yelled. “We’re going to kill you for that. We’ll end you.”

“Who is we?” Enzo asked, slowly approaching his enemy. “My men, my allies, and my woman are the only ones left standing. No one here obeys your orders.” Enzo reached the man and squatted next to him. He forced his enemy to look left then right. “Your people are dead.”

“Fuck you,” the don’s son yelled. “You killed my brother. My father is going to fuck you up. If you kill me, he’s coming after your entire family.”

“I come from a family of savages. We don’t give a fuck who your father sends after us. They’ll all end the way your brother did, the way you’re about to, and the way your father will.”

Enzo released the man’s face and patted him down. He found the guy’s cell phone. After searching through it, he found the number listed as Don B. Enzo made a video call to the number. The call was answered by a man who appeared to be in his early fifties or so. He was seated at a desk. His eyes widened when he saw Enzo.

“Why do you have this phone?” Don Bianchi yelled.

“You’re don Bianchi?” Enzo asked.

“Who the fuck else would I be?”

“You had Emelia’s car shot up, right?”

“Her services were no longer needed.”

“You convinced her to kill my grandfather, right?”

The man chuckled. “It didn’t take much convincing.”

“Dad, help,” the man on the ground yelled.

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