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“Of course not,” I replied though I knew he saw right through me. The truth was, I couldn’t deny my obsession with Sophie.
“Whatever happens,” he said quietly, his voice filled with understanding, “I’m on your side.”
I nodded, unable to find the words to express my gratitude for his support.
My focus returned to Sophie and the dangerous path I was on.
When Enzo arrived, I could immediately sense his twisted nature.
He looked like a typical boxer, brutish, with low-brow power, a big neck, a punched-in nose, and a false smile. All buried beneath an overpowering cloud of aftershave, but the stench of insincerity couldn’t be missed.
Intention had a smell—and his was borderline vomit-inducing.
We hugged and kissed on each cheek, holding up a façade of politeness.
For now.
He flopped down on the opposite side of the table, legs and arms spread wide. “Welcome back, Gabriele.” He smiled, pretending to acknowledge my return as the new head of the family while secretly looking down at me as if I were a bug he wanted to squash beneath his heel. He signed someone, and a drink appeared in his hand, then he beckoned the young female server—who barely looked legal—with his finger. “How’s life treating you?”
The server waited next to him, and he grabbed between her legs and squeezed.
My stomach tightened, and I could feel Alessio next to me straighten in his seat.
Enzo then sent her away with a slap on her ass. His blatant display of power was almost ridiculous.
Deranged. Ego-driven. Cocky. I filed that away. Always good to know what made people tick.
“There’s something I need your help with.” I caught Enzo’s gaze as he gave me a nonchalant tip of his chin, but his eyes glittered with power.
He really thought he was the one in control here.
What an obliviousstronzo.
“Enough with the pleasantries,” I said, leaning forward and letting him see my impatience. “Human trafficking isn’t part of the Falcone business, now, is it, Enzo?”
I held his gaze, let the tension build in the air between us until he shifted his weight uncomfortably.
I gave Alessio a nod, and he handed Enzo the picture of Sophie’s sisters and cousin.
“Where are they?” I asked, staring at him—not missing the hint of recognition in his eyes before he schooled his face into a mask.
“No idea,” he said and handed the picture back.
I exhaled slowly.
If I wasn’t one hundred percent certain before if he was involved in the kidnapping and human trafficking, now I was convinced.
He could play dumb all he wanted, but he couldn’t hide the depraved sheen in his eyes.
“I can ask around. Get you some information,” Enzo said.
Informing Fausto was what he meant.
His evasiveness only served to further my suspicions, and I knew I had to be quick and ruthless.
I needed answers, and I wouldn’t hesitate to get them by any means necessary.
It was time to up the ante.
