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“What are you doing in our territory?”
Before I can run a search through the entire city, the alarms go off, and the red lights flash on and off overhead, alerting me to someone trying to hack my systems.
“Shit!” I shriek. I send an order for the drones to come back, then begin searching for the bastard that’s sniffing around my baby.
Chapter8
Enzo
For the past two days, I’ve been working my ass off.
Between making sure Riccardo was safe at the meeting yesterday morning with the cartel, getting new construction projects off the ground, and vetting and interviewing potential associates wanting to work with the Cosa Nostra, I haven’t even been home.
Then there’s the fucking crew who thought they could extort local business owners and pocket the money without me finding out.
The four men are kneeling in front of me, looking worse for wear after two other crews got to have a go at them.
“You dragged the family’s name through the mud,” I mutter, too exhausted to really give a shit.
“Sorry, boss,” they all whisper, scared I’m going to put a bullet in each of their heads, which I actually considered.
“You’ll be split up and assigned to new crews. You’ll do all the grunt work for the next six months and lose earning privileges.” When their heads snap up, I add, “You’re back to basic wages. Fuck this up, and you’re dead.”
They might be very unhappy, but they’re wise enough to keep their mouths shut.
Leaving Pino, one of our captains who was just promoted, in charge, I walk to the exit of the warehouse.
Just then, my phone rings, and sighing, I pull the device out. Seeing Alessio’s name, I answer, “What?”
“Can you come to the fortress? Rosie isn’t responding to my request to enter so I can do a sweep of the building.”
“On my way.” The instant I get into the Mustang, my phone connects to the dashboard screen. “Call Rosie,” I order.
I listen as it rings before going to voicemail.‘I’m busy. You know what to do.’
Worried, I slam the Mustang into first gear and floor the gas. The tires squeal, leaving smoke hanging in the air as I speed away from the warehouse.
What’s supposed to be a twenty-minute drive from the warehouse to Rosie’s fortress, I reduce to ten minutes and a handful of fines from all the traffic laws I break.
Alessio stands armed with a submachine gun at the entrance when I bring the Mustang to a stop, and as I jump out and draw my own weapon, he says, “She’s still not answering.”
I scan my biometrics and only wait for the steel door to lift enough for us to duck beneath it, then I run for the elevator and key in my code. Alessio joins me a second later, and with every security hoop I have to jump through, my impatience and worry grow.
She’s not even smart-mouthing me on the way up, which she always does.
When the second elevator’s door slides open to her command center, an alarm beeps incessantly. I rush inside, and seeing Rosie slumped over her desk, looking fast asleep, I let out a harsh breath of relief.
“It’s okay, Alessio. I’ll let you out,” I say so he’ll leave.
I type in my code to silence the alarm that was activated when Rosie didn’t respond to Alessio’s request to enter. It’s meant to wake her up in case of an emergency.
This is not the first time she’s worked herself sick, and I’ve had to deal with the consequences several times before.
I should’ve known this was coming when I saw her in the same clothes yesterday morning. Fuck knows how long she pushed herself before she passed out.
Making sure Alessio leaves, I send out a group text to everyone.
Enzo: Rosie has crashed and will be offline for the next two days. Survive on your own.
