Page 40 of Devious
“You’re Devious.” He eyes me up and down, then frowns. “I heard he’s planning an attack on your consigliere.”
“When and where?”
He glances down at his watch. “Around this time. At his home.”
I take out my gun and shoot him in the head. His body falls to the floor, and I use my index and middle fingers to close his eyes. As Damien and I head out of the house, I dial Enzo’s number, but he doesn’t answer. I jump into the back seat of the car, tossing the paperwork and the bat on the floorboard, and Aiden sits next to me.
“Take me to Enzo’s house!” I shout at King.
King throws the car in gear, driving onto the wet concrete.
“What’s wrong?” Aiden demands.
“Cashel is planning an attack on Enzo, and I need to get in contact with him.”
“You shouldn’t start a war over Shelby,” he snaps.
“It’s about him betraying me, not her.”
“Do you still love her?”
I hated Shelby for a while. For all the pain she has caused me. For loving someone else. For not choosing me. I think about the sweet girl I fell in love with when I was in high school and college. The way she used to stay up and cook new recipes for me because she wanted me to open up a restaurant. She told me I was suffocating her with the mafia.
I glance out the window. Rain taps on the tinted glass.
“No.”
The car fills with silence as we finally pull up to Enzo’s house. His Bentley is parked in the driveway. Panic seizes in my chest and my pulse accelerates as I hurry up and leap out of the car. I ring the doorbell numerous times, but no one answers, so I turn the knob on the door. It’s locked, so I kick the door down. I spot two bodyguards lying on the floor, bleeding out.
Three guards rush into the house, and they search the bottom floor, then move upstairs.
“It’s all cleared,” one of them says. “You want to see this.”
I follow the guard to the bedroom and find Enzo’s bloody body limp over on the bed, and his wife, Penelope, face down, on the carpet. Blood is spilling from her mouth. Penelope is in the exact same position Shelby was when she died.
Agony laces my blood. Cashel was trying to repaint the event from the night Shelby died. The asshole knew where to strike. This motherfucker is going to pay for what he did. The room spins, and my knees knock together as bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it down.
My phone dings with a message. I remove my phone from my pocket and hit the envelope button to see a message from a private number.
Unknown: I hope you enjoy my gift.
I grip the phone tight.
“Oh shit,” Aiden says, patting me on the back. “I know where Maya is living.” He rubs the back of his head.
Maya is Cashel’s little sister, and Aiden was supposed to marry her. Their marriage was arranged, and he was in love with her. They broke up, but Aiden would never tell me the real reason. He said he didn’t want her anymore, but he’s lying. She is the one who got away and the only woman he ever loved. I can’t take another look at this shit show before me.
We amble into the hallway, and I close the door.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He takes out his box of cigarettes, tapping it like a drum. “I’ll kidnap her, get answers out of her, then kill her.”
Why would he want to do that? He hasn’t spoken to her in years.
“Are you sur—”
He waves his hand. “She’s the enemy now. And I’m not in love with her anymore.” His eyes are betraying him. I see the longing of a lost lover in them. He hasn’t been the same since they broke up, and I don’t think he will ever be. A part of him died when they ended their relationship.
