Page 11 of Saved By A God
Pressing the button for my intercom system, I say, “Go away. I have my period and don’t have energy for you so early in the morning.”
“Jesus,” Dad whispers, letting out a chuckle. “Tell him how you really feel.”
Enzo ignores me and checks something on his phone on his way to the second elevator.
Just to screw with him, I lock the second elevator so his code won’t work.
When he scowls up at the camera, I lean into the microphone again. “Say the magic words.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, he mutters, “Pretty please with a cherry on top.”
I grin at Dad as I press the button, and when Enzo finally walks into the control room, I ask, “You were here on Monday. Why are you back so soon?”
“Stop complaining. If it weren’t for me, you’d be buried alive beneath candy wrappers and dirty dishes,” he grumbles before smiling at Dad. “Hi, Uncle Dario.”
“Hey, son.”
Just to get a rise out of Enzo, I wait for him to clear the wrappers off my desk before I drop the one from the chocolate I’m currently devouring.
I’m given another dark scowl while he swipes it into a small trash can that’s already full.
Grinning from ear to ear, I reach for the bag again and take out a can of Fanta. Opening it, I swallow a couple of sips.
“All the sugar is going to kill you,” Enzo grumbles.
“Aww, will you miss me when I’m six feet under?”
Not impressed with my comment, he shakes his head at me.
“Liar.” I chuckle while getting up so I can put the heating pad in the microwave.
When I shuffle in the direction of the small kitchen, Enzo’s voice is filled with worry as he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yep.”
As I disappear down a short hallway, Enzo’s voice is soft, but I can still make out as he asks, “Uncle Dario, can you do a quick search for me?”
“Sure.”
“Check who was in room seven at Paradiso last night. Nine-thirty. I asked them last night, but they couldn’t find anything.”
Shock hits me so hard, I stop dead in my tracks, the heating pad dropping to the floor.
No.
Because we’re already connected to all the businesses in the Cosa Nostra, Dad is able to check in seconds before replying, “No one. It only shows your details.”
“That’s impossible,” Enzo mutters, his tone tense. “There was a woman with a short blond bob and a red dragon tattoo on her back. Check the security cameras.”
Oh. My. God.
Utterly stumped, I listen as Dad says, “There’s nothing from eight until twenty past nine. Why do you want this woman’s info?”
“I’m fucking pissed off. She was a virgin. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“Sorry, son. There’s nothing. Not even crumbs of code for me to follow.”
“You don’t think that’s weird?”
