Exhaling, he opens the drawer and gives me a manilla folder, I search through the paperwork and its addresses for his businesses. I’m going to burn down everything he owns, especially after he killed of my six Captains and their familigia.
“Is he planning an attack on my famiglia?”
“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, shoot him in the head, his body falls to the floor and I use my index and middle fingers to close his eyes. As I head out of the house, I dial Enzo’s number and he doesn’t answer. I jump into the passenger seat, tossing the paperwork and the bat in the back seat and Aiden sits in the driver’s seat.
“Take me to Enzo’s house!” Aiden throws the car in gear, driving onto the wet concrete.
“What’s wrong?” He grips the steering wheel hard.
“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.” I snap.
“Do you still love her?”
I glance out of the window, watching at the building pass by in a blur and my heart beats in anticipation.
“I don’t know.”
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.
The car fills with silence as we finally pull up to Enzo’s house. His Bentley is parked in the driveway and I hurry up and jump out of the car. I ring the doorbell numerous times, but no one answers, so I kick down the orange door.
“Enzo! Enzo! Are you okay?” I scream at the top of my lungs. Panic seizes in my chest as my pulse accelerates.
Aiden rushes into the house and we search the bottom floor, then we move upstairs.
I open their bedroom door and find his bloody body limp over on the bed and his wife, Penelope, body face down, buried in the carpet. Blood is spilling from her mouth. Penelope is in the exact same position Shelby was before I shot her, when she decided to take a bullet for Cashel. I was trying to aim the gun at him. My eyes move toward white feathers decorating the blankets next to the bed. Cashel was trying to repaint the event from the night I killed Shelby.
“Oh shit.” Aiden says, patting me on the back. My eyes water, but I don’t shed not fucking one tear. The asshole knew where to strike.
“Doesn’t Cashel have a little sister?” he asks, out of the blue.
“Yeah, Maya.” I keep my eyes trained on the bloody scene.
“Do you know where she is?”
“What are you thinking about?” I glance at him and he takes out his box of cigarettes, tapping it like a drum. I can’t take another look at this sideshow before me. Enzo is like a father to me and treated me hell a lot better than Draco ever did. We stand in the hallway. How in the hell am I going to break the news to his three boys and daughter?
“Kidnap her and sell her to the highest bidder.”
Aiden kidnaps women, grooms them to be sex slaves, and sells them to our clients.
“How old is she?”
“She’s around the same age as Roselyn. She works at an expensive club as a stripper. Locate Maya and bring her here. Train her and get her ready for my top client,” I state.
Aiden pats me on the back. “We’ll get Cashel back for this shit,” he says, leaving.
Exhaling, I grab my phone from my back pocket, then I send Charlotte a message.
Me: Come to Enzo’s house and clean the room. Get them dressed for the funeral in the next couple of days.”
I sit on their beige couch and a memory barges in my mind of me as a teenager running up and down the stairs. Him letting me spend the night here while my momma went off with her friends to party. Sometimes, Aiden and I wouldn’t come home, and they wouldn’t notice. He taught me how to survive, how to be a man, treating me like I’m his child.
Charlotte barges in, wearing an all-black suit and a clip board in her hand. She gives me a heartfelt hug as she rubs my back.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, sweetness.”
She kisses both of my cheeks and steps back. Charlotte has been cleaning up bodies as far as I can remember. Her hair is white and she’s wrinkly like prunes.
“Where are they?”
“In the bedroom.”
I leave the house and sit in the passenger seat.
Aiden is in the driver’s seat playing on the phone, with a cigarette in his mouth. I punch my hand on the dashboard, screaming at the top of my lungs. He doesn’t flinch, but continues to stare at his phone.
Roselyn
I HAVEN’T BEEN THIS SAD since my mother passed away. I glance up at Devious and he sobs uncontrollably, and I grab his hand squeezing tight, using the other hand to wipe his tears. I don’t know why I care about him being hurt, but his tears make me want to cry. Standing up on my tippy toes, I kiss his lips.
Then I turn back to both of the caskets, watching as they are lowered to the ground. Papa is the first person to set a flower on the casket. His face has faded bruises around his nose and cheeks. Our eyes meet and he shakes his head, heading to his car. I want to ask him what happened, but when
