CARMELO
I shut the door and pressed my back on it, feeling the drumming in my chest. I shut my eyes and let out a deep silence breath. I then raised my hand and gazed at it. If I hadn't left that room, only God knew what I was going to do.
Seeing her cry… I hated it. She was shot and I got hurt because she was hurt. I hated myself for not being able to hate her. I tried, but I couldn't. She had been haunting me for a whole month. In my sleep, at work, in my bed, left, right, every fucking where.
My heart was still finding it hard to trust her again. But in my heart, that's where she resided. She had her own kingdom there. There was no way in hell I'd ever win taking her out. What's even worse was that my mind and heart were in sync on this matter. I clenched my hands and climbed down the stairs.
I stared at her suitcases again, which were set just at the end corner of the stairs. A maddening anger smeared inside me. But this was no time for any of it. We'd take care of it once I was back.
"Where did you last spot him?" Papa asked, sitting behind his desk, hands clasped together. While the two of us sat across him. I could see tension in his eyes and stiff neck. Those late assassins were smart enough to knock him out. He taught us everything we needed to know about the fighting grounds. They would've been dead by his hands.
"His farmhouse. The idiot thought he was invincible." Junior replied. Magazines and guns were spread on our Papa's desk and he was occupied, loading them one by one. Junior wasn't only a Mafia lord, he was also tech savvy. He was able to trace and track Enzo.
"We have no time to waste then." I picked another gun from the desk and checked it out. Heat boiled the blood travelling in my veins. Just then Biggy walked inside, his hands behind him. "We're ready, boss."
"Let's roll out." Junior and I stood up at the same time. While I tucked the gun behind my back, he gathered his own. Then the four of us strode out of the mansion. There were a couple of cars with a number of armed men waiting. They all got into the cars at our arrival. Ours pulled over at the entrance.
"Sons." We both turned to face Papa. "Show them what blood runs in your veins. No mercy." A vein popped on his forehead.
"I am of my family." I started. "I fight till my last breath for my family." Junior added. "Per la famiglia." Papa ended, clenching his fist to his heart. "Per la famiglia" Both Junior and I repeated what he did before turning and stepping into the car.
Enzo had this coming. I gave a last glance at my mansion as the cars drove past the driveway and then returned my focus to the front, huffing.