I’d kill all of these motherfuckers. No one threatened my family.
And Rosalie was family.
31
ENZO
Istood outside Rosalie’s mansion gates two days after E hacked off the head of one of Virelli’s men.
I’d left home, telling E to watch Cole and handle business. Cole wasn’t speaking to me at this point, but I deserved that after the shit I’d done.
He didn’t know I’d left for California. As far as he knew, I was on a business trip. I made E vow not to tell him.
I was here for several reasons, but one of them was to deliver some information. They didn’t know I was coming, but I figured it was better this way.
“Do you have an appointment?” One of the armed guards asked at the gate.
“I will in a moment,” I muttered, pulling my phone out and dialing Anson.
I really fucking hoped he answered.
“Lorenzo,” his cool voice came over the line four rings in.
“I’m outside your gates. We need to talk,” I said.
Anson was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke.
“I’ll be right there.”
I disconnected the call and stared at the four armed men.
“Klaus handpicked you?”
“I know who you are,” one of the guards said, ignoring my question. “You’re Lorenzo De Luca.”
I inclined my head. “I am.”
Two of the guards shot one another knowing looks.
“She’s married,” the one guard continued. “So you’re wasting your time here.”
I scoffed. “If I wanted her, she’d be mine, wedding ring be damned. I am here for a meeting with Anson. Nothing more.”
The men eyed me, and we all went silent. Finally, Anson arrived and gestured for the gates to be opened.
I stepped inside and followed him wordlessly to the golf cart he’d driven over.
“What’s going on?” he demanded as we pulled away.
“I may have a lead on the stalker situation,” I said, glancing at him. A muscle thrummed along his jaw. “I would have called, but I figured a visit was more important.”
“You won’t be well-received,” Anson replied.
“I understand.”
“Tell me what you know,” he continued.
“I’d prefer to meet with Evan and Klaus as well, if you don’t mind. And Rosalie. I need to speak to her.”
