Page 59 of Enzo DeLuca

“I’ll go to his dealership this morning and make him tell me who he’s pushing for,” Lino said.

“I’ll handle it,” Enzo told him. “Lino, don’t let some shit like this happen in your territory again. And don’t wait this long to tell me.”

“I won’t, Enzo.”

Enzo left Lino’s office. Next stop, Adduci’s Luxury Vehicles. But when he and Stefan arrived, the secretary told them Adduci was out of the country on business. Enzo spent the rest of his day trying to find out who was distributing coke in Lino’s territory. He snatched up and interrogated a few runners.

Even after torturing them, they all claimed they didn’t know who was behind the coke. When they did give him names, it only led him to middlemen. Men who didn’t control shit. He didn’t want the middlemen. He wanted the boss. And it pissed him the fuck off that he was unable to find out who was behind them. Enzo kicked a chair over, sending the tortured man he had tied to it tumbling with it.

“It’s only been one day,” Stefan told him, trying to get him to stay calm.

Enzo paced the floor of the vacant warehouse. He didn’t care how long it had been. If he didn’t get some answers soon, he would start killing motherfuckers. He stared over at the other two bastards seated upright in the chairs they were tied to. If he killed one of them, that would get the others to talk. Stefan’s gaze followed his, then returned to him.

“We’re not trying to start a war,” Stefan told him, seeming to read his mind.

As the don, Enzo wasn’t trying to start an all-out war. He also wasn’t afraid of going to war. However, war would be his last resort. No matter how angry he got, he wouldn’t let his hot temper undo everything his grandfather had worked so hard for. Don Ermanno DeLuca had brought peace amongst organizations who previously never would’ve dined at the same restaurant together.

Many of them wouldn’t have even walked down the same street together. Enzo couldn’t let the peace his grandfather had established crumble under his watch. He couldn’t let that be his legacy. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, trying to release the anger he was feeling. Releasing it was impossible.

This anger was a part of him. It was embedded in his bones, his soul. Enzo took another deep breath and released it slowly. He was still pissed off. The wrong blood was coating his gloved hands. The wrong blood was staining the warehouse floor. He was torturing the wrong people. Until he found the right person, he had to keep his cool.

“Enzo, it’s late,” Stefan reminded him.

Stefan was right. It was late now. He needed to get some rest and start again tomorrow. His thoughts drifted to the woman who was waiting at home for him. Enzo inhaled deeply again. This time when he opened his eyes and exhaled, he felt a little relaxed. He strode over to the men who were battered and bruised and stared down at them.

“Are you going to sell in DeLuca territory again?” Enzo asked.

Unable to speak, the men shook their heads.

“Do you believe them?” Enzo asked Stefan.

“It doesn’t matter whether we believe them or not. What matters is what will happen if they do this again,” Stefan said.

“Tell them what will happen,” Enzo told him.

“We will torture them and those they love.”

Not women and kids. But they didn’t need to know that. The men began mumbling something. Though their words were garbled, he could tell they were promising they’d never sell in DeLuca territory again. Enzo stared left at the soldiers waiting in the shadows.

“Drop them off in their territories and clean this place up.”

“Yes, boss,” the men replied.

Stefan approached him. “There’s a sink and trash can across the room. You need to clean up before you get in the car.”

Enzo stared down at his gloves. There was blood splatter on his suit that he didn’t want Eve to see. He did as Stefan asked and got cleaned up. The car ride home was a quiet one. Enzo’s thoughts were on the person who’d betrayed their family. What had that person hoped to gain by killing the don? Power? Respect? Or had it been done out of spite? Did that person hate the family that much? Would other family members die before Enzo found the bastard behind this?

“I was able to get Eve’s hair care products,” Stefan told him, breaking the silence. “It’s up here on the front seat.”

“Good. At least something went right today.”

“Enzo, it’s been one day. I would’ve been amazed if you’d found out who was behind this in one day. Stop putting unnecessary pressure on yourself.”

“Unnecessary?” Enzo said, facing forward. “My grandfather’s death was unnecessary.”

“I know,” Stefano started but was interrupted by Enzo.

“The betrayer is unnecessary. That motherfucker is out here breathing and shit when he should be buried in an unmarked grave. I want to bury this motherfucker alive. First, I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me why he did this. I want to understand why this had to happen.”

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