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“No, Zachary! I’m not joking. I want the truth.”
He moves to me again, looking down at me like I’m a sad little puppy. “The only thing I ever cared about was your tight virgin pussy. It felt so good wrapped around my cock.” He grips his tiny one to prove his point, and I can’t help but laugh.
He glares down at me. “Do you have something to say?” he growls out.
I shake my head and force the smile away. “I can’t believe this is real,” I whisper, hoping it comes across as sad as I wanted it to. If he thinks I’m laughing at the size of his dick, he’ll kill me.
“Don’t think for a second it’s any different with that piece of shit Bramante. People like us, we don’t fucking care about women outside of fucking them. He ain’t coming here to save you. He doesn’t give one fuck about you. All we care about is our family and being on top. And this,” he says, looking around the room before pointing at me. “This is what’s going to get my family on top. We’re going to ruin the Bramantes, take over their territory. Then we’re going after the Irish fucks who shouldn’t be around here in the first place. And once we have all of that, we’re going after the big dog. Maximo Gaetano. And we aren’t stopping there. Nope, after we’ve got all this, we’re moving up to Cali and taking out Tommaso and his four sons, and soon enough, we’ll own the entire western side, and no one will be able to touch the Canvanis.”
I have no idea what any of that means. I don’t know who any of those people are, what the territory looks like or why they want it. Is it land? They want land? Go buy some damn land!
“Just be grateful you get to go along for the ride,” he sneers. His cell phone rings. “Maybe if you’re good, I won’t make you watch me kill your father.”
He steps out of the room to answer his phone, and I pull my legs tighter to me.
Please let everything Zachary said about Enzo be bullshit.
It is. I know it is. Enzo loves me. He will be here. He will come for me. He will save me and our babies.
Because he loves me.
Because we have to make our own happily ever after. One that doesn’t fit the fairy tale mold.
He has to come for me…
Right?
Chapter Seventy
Vincenzo
The Canvanis have always been the bottom tier family wrapped up in the treaty. We know it; they know it. I can’t blame them for being bitter little pricks. But that does not excuse putting their hands on my wife. Coming onto my property. Killing my men. And talking to me the way they have been over the last few months.
So, regardless of the fucking treaty, I’m going to kill every last one of those fucks, and there is nothing anyone can do about it because Dario fucking Canvani wanted the treaty changed. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes how badly he fucked up.
We reach their house in no time, and the dumbasses have the shittiest excuse for security. A chain-link gate with a guard in a box—as if that’s going to stop us. It couldn’t stop a fucking toddler.
Antonio rams the gate without slowing down, and I doubt there will be a scratch on my bumper with how easily the thing went down.
Fucking pitiful.
He presses on the gas and we speed up the driveway, the other cars following behind. Once we reach the house, we hop out and race to the front door before any of their guys make it outside.
Their house is big, and from here looks like it’s made up of a bunch of stupid hallways. A heavy boot to the door has it flying inward, and my men rush in before I do. They know the drill. Keep Jordan safe. Tell me if they find her. No one kills Dario or Zachary but me. Everyone else dies. Simple.
The Canvani men finally make their way toward us once my men fill their lobby, preparing to search the house. My men take them out easily with shots to the head. They drop like flies. We split up; me heading upstairs with Antonio and Rocco behind me, while others move through the downstairs and some come up after us to head in other directions.
I’ve never been here, don’t know the layout of the house, but most people have their bedrooms on the second floor. I bet Zachary is keeping her somewhere in the back of the house. Now all I need to do is figure out how the fuck to get there.
I’m pretty sure he won’t kill her, but that doesn’t mean he won’t, or hasn’t, hurt her. Don’t want to think about that because I need to think clearly, and it’s already taking everything in me not to freak the fuck out as is.
We round a corner too quickly, and shots fire toward me. A bullet ricochets off something metal, pinging around before landing in the wall across from me. I press my back against the wall and shoot blindly. Antonio jumps out, shooting twice. There’s a grunt, a thud, and more shots fire toward us, but he’s already hiding against the wall. Rocco ducks down for a split second before jumping out and shoots one shot. The guy grunts and falls to the floor.
I’m so glad they’re fucking good.
Rocco waves me on, so we keep going.
I kick in every door I pass, each of them empty and soulless. Just as I’d expect this house to feel. We reach the end of the hall and there’s nothing. It’s empty.
