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Staring out the window, Enzo went over in his head all the things his grandfather had told him about the Cattaneo crime family. Back in the day, his grandfather and Eufrasio Cattaneo had been best friends. Their families had always been allies. However, his grandfather had gotten into some trouble and caught the attention of Interpol. Eufrasio Cattaneo had taken the fall for him, thinking his Interpol connect would help him out.

That wasn’t the case. He was betrayed. That connect sided with a rival family of the Cattaneos and conspired to bring the Cattaneo family down. In the end, they didn’t just bring them down. They buried them. His grandfather referred to what happened next as the Night Italy Cried Blood. Don Ermanno and uncle Pietro had helped get Eufrasio’s wife and kids out of Italy before things turned bad.

Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to save Eufrasio. Crooked officers raided homes of the Cattaneo family and prominent members of their organization, killing many of the men and claiming they’d acted in self-defense. The truth was, they’d acted under the orders of a rival family. The death of his friend weighed heavily on Enzo’s grandfather his entire life. Enzo sighed.

Though he’d never personally met the descendants of Eufrasio, his grandfather kept in contact with them over the years. Eufrasio’s wife and a few other surviving family members had moved to the States to start over. Before the move, Eufrasio’s son had been training to take his father’s place.

Don Ermanno had sent someone to help him keep the Cattaneo name thriving. The DeLucas and the Cattaneos even had some business dealings together. Which was why their name was on Enzo’s to-do list. A list he planned to get to after he found the betrayer.

When they arrived at Tower D, Enzo stepped into his office, followed by Stefano and three Cattaneos. The men introduced themselves as Enzo shrugged out of his coat and sat down behind his desk. They were the sons of don Cattaneo. Don Cattaneo’s oldest son, Orazio Cattaneo, stepped closer to Enzo’s desk.

“Apologies for showing up unannounced,” Orazio told him. “But, an issue arose that couldn’t be discussed over the phone or with anyone other than you.”

Enzo nodded. “What’s the issue?”

“We arrived in Italy a few days ago to search for our cousin who’s been kidnapped. We recently learned he was brought here, to Italy.”

“Do you think a DeLuca had something to do with it?” Enzo asked, hand ready to reach for his gun if he needed it.

“After finding no clues while we were in the States, suddenly we arrive here and find clues that lead to you, Don DeLuca.”

“What kind of clues?”

“The images sent to us soon after we arrived here show a bruise on my cousin’s back. It’s an imprint of a ring.”

“Let me guess,” Enzo drawled. “It matches the DeLuca Don ring.” Enzo toyed with the ring on his finger.

“It does. We were also emailed a voice recording of our cousin to let us know he is still alive. In the background, we can hear one of the men saying,Don DeLuca said not to kill him yet. According to that recording and the ring, it was you who kidnapped and tortured our cousin, Don DeLuca.”

Enzo smiled.

This was getting interesting.

Chapter Eighteen

Enzo

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