“We will,” he finished. “We’ll go back. W-We have the army. We have the underground. The kings… We can go back. Kill them. All of them.”
I nodded grimly. It was the only way.
I released him and looked at Klaus, who stared back, no emotion on his face.
“Brother?” I called out.
“I suppose once a mobster, always a mobster,” he finally said, nodding. “We will make a return if we must.”
“There’s more,” Enzo said.
I closed my eyes for a moment to gather myself. Anson settled down and took a seat, and I sat next to him.
“Go on,” I said.
“Your father. Santino,” Enzo continued. “It seems a lot of the anger stems from something he’s done. I’d reach out and ask him, but he told me to go fuck myself a long time ago. I doubt his sentiments have changed. I think maybe it would be a good idea to reach out to him.”
I nodded. I knew my father had many enemies. It didn’t surprise me. But I was already privy to this information. My father was a threat. He was the rightful heir, and he’d turned it down, but my father wasn’t just sitting around baking bread these days. We always had a plan.
“And… my old man,” Enzo finished. “But he’s not around to ask anymore. I haven’t been able to reach Emilio to ask. So I’m just going on what I hear.”
“Where do you get this information?” Klaus asked.
“We interrogated a few of Virelli’s men. Did some street talking. Just things that were picked up.”
Klaus nodded, and Anson looked at him.
Klaus inclined his head. “I will reach out to him,” he murmured, not bothering to say a name.
Enzo frowned but didn’t ask questions.
“I’ll speak to my father,” I said.
“I think you should bring Rosalie to Chicago,” Enzo said softly. “Church is there. The underground. The kings. Us. We can protect her there. We can’t do shit here.”
I felt the same, as much as I hated to admit it. The last place I wanted to be was Chicago, but he was right. I knew it was where I was going to end up, and I needed to accept that. Destiny was calling.
“It’s something we will discuss,” I said, noting neither Klaus nor Anson had immediately protested. I knew they were thinking what I was thinking.
As dangerous as Chicago was, it was the safest option if it came down to it. We had guards here, but that’s all we had. There was no army waiting.
“Enzo wants to talk to Rosalie,” I continued.
“I do,” he agreed, his dark eyes meeting mine. “I have some things I need to say to her. So please. May I speak with her?”
“Yeah, man. Fine.” I sighed and got to my feet. “I’ll be back in a minute. Come on, Enzo.”
He got up and followed me out of the room. I led him through the house and to the basement to Rosalie’s recording studio.
She was inside wearing a pretty pink sundress, belting out something we couldn’t hear.
“She’s working on some new music. She doesn’t like to be disturbed, so if she kills you, then it’s your own fault,” I said, looking at Enzo.
He stood staring at her, awe in his eyes.
I had to admit that she did look damn good. She hadn’t noticed us yet.
“You know, if you love someone, you should tell them,” I murmured.
