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ELIO
“Niccolò has Albert,” Rocco tells me as I walk out of the bedroom.
“Good. Have him question him. Find out who the fuck told him about my movements,” I snarl, pissed that the fucker is involved in this shit.
“Already given him the go ahead to play with his knife,” Rocco says with a twisted smile.
I nod as I go through Teagan’s cell, looking for the pictures she took of the men who broke into our house.
“Where’s Lorenzo?” I ask as I search through it.
“Here, boss,” he says, emerging from my office. “I spoke to Tommaso. He said there was an issue with a car that kept circling. Tomasso instructed Damio to check out the car, which left the rear unprotected. They were set up. It gave those fuckers time to have the security feed on a loop and then sneak into the house undetected.”
Fucking cunts. They had everything planned out.
I find the photos, and my stomach twists as I stare at the faces of Stefano and Leo. Bastards. Fucking bastards.
I pass the cell to Rocco. “While hiding, my wife managed to capture the images of the fuckers who broke in.”
Rocco’s lips twist into a snarl. “Let’s go,” he snaps. “It’s time to pay Stefano a visit.”
I turn to Lorenzo. I know he wants to come with us and eradicate the traitors, but I need him here more. His expression is fierce as he stands tall. “I know, boss,” he says. “I’ll stay and protect Mrs. Gallo.”
His loyalty is the reason he’s here, why I’d allow him to be inside of the house when I’m not. I have every faith that he’ll die in order to protect my wife.
“You can deal with Alberto,” Rocco says to him. “When we’re finished, you’ll go to Niccolò. We value loyalty, Lorenzo. You have shown that you are for the Famiglia, and for that, you’ll be rewarded.”
He bows his head in gratitude. “I appreciate that, Capo,” he says thickly. “I’m honored that the boss trusts me to be his right hand.”
“Let’s go,” Dario urges. The fucker is just as impatient as I am to get this done.
Rocco calls Niccolò on the way to Stefano’s house to tell him about the information, as well as telling him to lay off the hits that Alberto receives. Lorenzo is to kill him. If and when he asks for it, Niccolò will help.
The second we pull up outside Stefano’s house, Leo is out of his car, his brows knitted together as he watches us carefully. “Boss,” he says, nodding his head in respect to Rocco. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Roc tells him. “We’ve some information on the men, and we need Stefano’s help.”
Leo’s shoulders slump forward. He’s not hiding this shit. What the fuck is wrong with him? If I were betraying the Famiglia, I would be doing everything I could to ensure my betrayal stayed hidden.
“Come,” Rocco instructs Leo as we walk into Stefano’s house.
The fucker is sitting on his ass watching TV. He doesn’t even hear us enter. Only when Leo bumps into a fucking stool does he realize he’s not alone.
“Boss,” Stefano says as he spots Rocco. He switches off the TV and gets to his feet.
“Are we alone?” Roc asks him.
Stefano nods instantly. “Maria is visiting her sister this week, boss. She’s not here. We’re free to talk.”
Rocco nods, a smile on his face. “That’s good,” he says.
It happens so fucking quickly that Stefano has no idea it was going to happen. Rocco pulls his gun out of his holster, the silencer already on it, and pulls the trigger. Stefano releases a scream as he drops to the ground, his hands pressing down against his knee as he tries to stop the blood flow.
“Nice shot.” Dario smirks. “Pretty sure you shattered his kneecap.”
Rocco doesn’t reply. He’s not one to joke around when shit hits the fan. He’s determined to get this over and done with and eradicate the traitors from our midst.
“Boss,” Stefano stammers, his eyes wide and filled with confusion as he stares at us. “What—” he asks, shaking his head.
