“Mario Enzino.” I enunciate his fucking name slowly, looking straight into his eyes. There’s some green among the blue, fucking weird thought to have right now, when I should only focus on my vendetta. “Where is he?”
I use the tip of my blade to push down the fabric of my tie. He doesn’t jerk back or freeze like people usually do at the feel of the sharp metal on their skin. He remains almost relaxed, and his flaring nostrils are the only sign of his discomfort. Was he trained by his family in case of kidnapping? Because they shouldhave taught him that the eyes never lie, and the terror there is evident.
“I don’t know where he is.” His voice is flat, but I can see the tick in his jaw. He looks away, a sign of lying perhaps. Or it’s just the fear. Such a perfectly angelic face with a filthy devil’s soul.
“I know you are close.” I did my homework. I saw the texts Mario sent him, the calls. He isn’t happy about the marriage for some reason.
The brat sniffs, still avoiding my eyes.
I grab his hair and yank his head back. “This knife can carve a nice hole inside your guts,” I threaten him, letting the blade slide down his neck and chest, stopping over his belly.
“Not very different from the unpleasant feeling I’m constantly battling inside me.” His voice trembles just as his body does.
What the fuck do those words mean? Is he trying to appeal to my feelings? Acting again? He’s an Enzino. Trash. Scum of the earth.
“Where. Is. He?” I hiss, lowering my face an inch from his.
His big, clear light blue eyes lock with mine while the scent of apple and sunshine fills my lungs.
“You can carve all you want.” He swallows. “All you’ll get is the same answer: I don’t know!”
A furious growl leaves my lips. All I see in front of me is an obstacle preventing me from getting what I’ve been craving for thirty years. It needs to be dealt with my way—fuck Seb and the others. But just as I’m about to go to work on him, my phonestarts ringing. Fuuuuck! I think about ignoring it, but quickly give up. It could be something related to Doppi’s dead body.
I let the brat go, still keeping my knife near his body, and slide my phone out of my jacket. It’s Marco.
“What?” I clip.
“Luca, it’s me, Fly.”
I lower my knife and curse.
“Help!” Enzino suddenly screams near my phone, after jumping to his feet. I shove him back down on the sofa and gag him again. He bites my finger as I push the tie between his lips. Fucking savage! My murderous glower is enough to freeze him.
“Don’t hurt him!” I hear Fly’s pleading voice.
For fuck’s sake.
“Just hear me out,” he hurriedly breathes out. “I don’t know all the details about your past. I’m sure you have a good reason for hating the whole Enzino family, but Art is my friend. He saved my life. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him. Please, Luca. I know you need to get some information from him, I…I can do it for you! He’ll talk to me.”
“No!” I snarl simultaneously with Marco—his voice booms on the line.
“This has nothing to do with you, Fly,” I state.
“It fucking does!” he counters. “Seb told you to be gentle. He is the boss; you need to follow his orders.”
“He never fucking said that!” He ordered me not to kill him or do any permanent damage. Anything else is fair game.
“Luca, I’m begging you. Please.”
That broken tone, on the verge of tears, it makes me squeeze the phone in my hand until I feel it sinking painfully into my palm. Now I understand how Fly got Marco wrapped around his finger.
“Damn it!” I swear angrily. “I make no promises.”
“Thank you,” he sniffs before Marco gets on the line, “Make him cry again, and you’ll taste my Glock.”
I almost throw my cell at the wall after he hangs up. My chest is still heaving with fury when I look down at Enzino. His eyes are laser-focused on me, studying intently. Did he overhear the phone call? Fuck!
“Don’t think I won’t use it.” I push the tip of my knife against his collar until I see crimson blood. Just a drop, but the frightened gasp leaving his lips slightly soothes my rage.
