Page 80 of Enzo DeLuca

They were dropped soon after they entered the scene. Enzo’s men rushed the other rooms, checking to see if anyone was in them. More gunfire filled the air as they brought those men down. The kidnapped Cattaneo family member was found in a closet. He was younger than Enzo had expected. They found him passed out with rope wrapped around his wrists and legs. Most importantly, he was alive.

Enzo watched the Cattaneo brothers pull their cousin from the closet. As he did so, one thought kept drifting through his mind. This rescue had been easy. Too easy. But looking at the motherfuckers on the floor, writhing in pain, he could understand why. Only a couple of them hadn’t shit or pissed their pants as soon as the shooting began. The ones who weren’t sobbing like babies were the ones who warranted Enzo’s attention.

“Load up these three,” Enzo told his team. “Kill the rest.”

Loud wails filled the air as men pleaded for their lives. Where were those tears when they were kidnapping a teenager? Where were those tears when they were torturing the boy who looked like he hadn’t eaten in days, maybe weeks? There was nothing worse than hearing a motherfucker beg for his life after he’d done something he knew could get him killed. Motherfuckers acted like they’d never heard of the word consequences.

Had they not wanted this consequence, they shouldn’t have gone against his family. As his team loaded up the men Enzo wanted to interrogate, Enzo walked around the facility, looking for clues. He and Stefan found some papers in one of the rooms that seemed to have been used as an office. There was nothing on the papers that meant shit to him.

“Look.” Stefan handed him a beige sheet of paper that had been scribbled on.

The scribble was a food order. Nothing important. It was the letterhead on the paper that was important. It read,Adduci Luxury Vehicles.

“Things keep leading back to this bitch,” Enzo growled. “If he doesn’t return to Italy soon, I’m going to hunt his ass down myself. Take a picture of this,” Enzo told Stefan.

As Stefan did as he’d been asked, Enzo slipped the Deluca Don ring off his finger and left the room. He came upon a man in the hall right outside the office door.

“Please don’t shoot me,” the bitch yelled as he tried to crawl away from Lino, who was following behind him with a large hammer in his hand. Hammers and other household tools had always been Lino’s weapon of choice when he was trying to be silent but deadly. Enzo squatted in front of the crawling man, preventing him from continuing forward.

To Lino, Enzo said, “Leave him.”

“Yes, boss.” Lino walked away.

“Thank you,” the man, who appeared to be in his late thirties, said.

Blood dripped from a flesh wound on the man’s shoulder. Enzo dipped his ring in the wound.

“W-what... what are you doing?”

“Leaving a clue for the next shift,” Enzo answered. “What time will they arrive?”

“If I tell you, will you let me live?”

He hated when they tried to negotiate. The man had died the moment he agreed to do this job.

“If you don’t tell me, you’ll die right now.”

“Okay. Okay. The crew that replaces us will be here in an hour.”

“Who hired you?” Enzo asked.

“We weren’t hired. Our boss sent us. We had no choice.”

“Who’s your boss?”

“Ettori. Ettori Zucco.”

Enzo recognized the name. Ettori Zucco, better known as E.Z., was a petty gangster who did work for whoever paid him the most. He wasn’t the mastermind behind all of this. However, he could possibly lead him to the person who was. Enzo was glad to have a clue. But he was pissed off because he’d wanted more. He was tired of going in fucking circles.

“I told you what you wanted to know,” the man told Enzo. “Can I leave now? Please.”

Enzo nodded. “You can go.”

“Thank you.”

As Enzo stood, the man tried to push himself to his feet. Enzo placed his foot on the man’s wound and pushed him back down. Tears dripped from the goon’s eyes as he stared up at Enzo.

“But you said I could go,” the man started.

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