Page 26 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

“Era un’altra minaccia, Capo (It was another threat, Boss).”

“Fuck!”

***

The entire team is seated when I arrive at Enzo’s office after leaving Elena with the doctor.

I can tell from the hushed silence and glaring eyes that not a single one of them is impressed with me today. But they’re the least of my worries.

“Dov’eri cazzo quando qualcuno ha cercato di ucciderla (Where the fuck were you when they made an attempt on her life)?” Enzo snarls as soon as he sets eyes on me, grabbing my collar. I resist the urge to slam my fist into his face.

“Rispondi alla dannata domanda (Answer the damn question),” Lorenzo snaps behind him.

My hands slip into my pockets. “I responded immediately when she called. She insisted I grab her fresh towels. And the extra security outside the pool house insisted they saw no one come in.”

“I’ve arranged for the men to be questioned. And the CCTV around the house to be checked. Either the men are lying or an inside person did it.”

Enzo drops his hand away from me, running it through his graying hair. “Perdere un affare importante e poi questo (Losing a major deal and then this). È l’ultima cosa di cui ho cazzo bisogno in questo momento (This is the last fucking thing I need right now).”

Good to see the deal with Hale is taking a toll on him. I’m sure by now he and the men are trying to find the culprit behind the swapped jars. And he is currently on bad terms with his main supplier, seeing as he was the first one who got shot.

I slump into a seat at the farthest end of the bench while Enzo settles back in his own chair.

“This is the second attempt. Elena’s going to wind up dead very soon if we don’t find out who the fuck wants her dead, and why.” Enzo’s gaze shifts to mine as he wraps a joint.

Heck, I could use one of those.

“Lorenzo!” The second-in-command rises to his feet, passing a couple of sheets around. “That’s a comprehensive list of everything we discussed last meeting. Everyone who’s ever held a grudge against Elena since she was born. Study it.” Enzo takes a sharp pull from the joint, releasing smoke through his mouth and nostrils.

He’d called a team meeting a couple of days ago, where we brainstormed the possible enemies behind these attacks. Both his and hers.

All Enzo’s enemies have motives, but there’s no solid evidence linking any one of them to the threats, and the men who attacked her have remained a dead end since.

“I want ideas on how we can find this person, and I want them now!” Enzo barks.

My eyes rove through the list, brows knitting together at the names and personalities of the people who could be her attempted murderer.

My eyes catch something. Camila Drey. Elena did say she’s jealous of her business’s growth. But even at that, this list is whack. None of these people here has a real motive against Elena.

Camila is already topping the business charts effortlessly; she may be jealous, but she wouldn’t make those desperate attempts.

A hand shoots up from amongst us. Enzo nods at the burly man who rises to his feet. “Capo, I suggest surveillance on all these people listed here...”

“Surveillance gave you that list,” Enzo snaps, cutting him off. “Did you even look at it? Questi scoreggiano e i nostri lo registrano (They fucking fart and it’s jotted)! Siediti prima che ti metta un proiettile in testa (Sit your ass down before I put a bullet through your head)!”

Another hand goes up.

“We need to increase security around Miss Elena. Snipers should be stationed at strategic locations throughout the city so one wrong movement in her direction and the fucker’s dead.”

A couple of heads nod in agreement. Not mine. That’s a waste of manpower and resources. Plus, innocent people could get hurt. What happens when she has an innocent brawl with a friend?

“E tu (What about you), Adrian?” I clench my jaw at the sound of my name. I rise to my feet immediately, my mind reeling for a suggestion.

“You’re her personal bodyguard. What way have you thought of to protect your mistress?”

I hate how he reduces me to simply protecting my mistress. Still, I clear my throat.

“Forse possiamo fingere la morte della signorina Elena (Perhaps we can fake Miss Elena’s death). In questo modo chiunque voglia ucciderla penserà che sia già morta e la lascerà in pace (That way whoever wants to kill her will think she’s already dead and leave her alone).”